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Here is my ugly
my 24 hours without sleep sense of humor
my just-finished-the-Lord-of-the-Rings-Trilogy sobbing
my half-finished sentences
my unwashed hair
my bloody cuticles
my terrible judgement
my lonely crying
my day-long hangover
my short attention span
my salt in your wounds
my forgetfulness
my inability to admit that I’m wrong
Here is my San Andreas fault
I am the cities built on top of it
sometimes there are earthquakes
sometimes there are quiet rattles
and sometimes there is nothing
just the quiet hum of daylight
kissing you goodbye on your way
out the door
I cannot promise
that this will be easy
I cannot promise
that this will be worth it
but you’ve been warned
and you’ve chosen to build your home here
anyway
“Twelfths” has five consonants in a row.
like even though we feel like we see and understand everything much to our surprise everyone actually is a fully three dimensional person with issues and struggles and reasons for everything they do and like we gotta try not to dismiss people as pieces of shit because i don’t think there’s a person in this world that is shallow enough for us to understand everything about them at one glance
“you can’t wear that!!!! people will get the wrong impression!!!”
the impression that i am a hot babe with an ass that just won’t quit???? honey that ain’t wrong that’s just fact
