Im the sick kinda bastard who writes poetry when hes in love. Its disgusting. I even performed one of them. From the time its happy, to the time love fucks you up, im on pen and paper. Its awful. I threw those away but still, I appreciated how good the words were. Right now im in love with traveling and it makes my life amazing (backpacking through the states, what up) so thats making this poem come out well.
I love writing poetry cus I do it very infrequently and when I do its cus theres an urge to make words sing, even if its just noise. That urge is the best.
Alabama Shakes needs to hurry up and release a new album because its absurd they only have one album. I love every song on Boys & Girls and I need me some more Alabama Shakes.
"when someone’s flaws are not flaws in your eyes, you’re fucked."
My last break up was truly depressing and awful. My biggest regret about it all was that I beat myself up for it and let myself get really low to the point where it affected my school work. I barely did the assingments, pay attention in class, or allow myself to talk to people. Im pissed that I gotta retake two classes next year. And im pissed I had such a shitty first semester of college. Everything’s fine now but honestly I made one friend this year and everyone else is just a friendly face with no deep connection. I havent had the “crazy college experience” either like my friends at other schools talk about. Lame stuff man. Anyways, good night.
If theres one thing I love most about myself is the fact that I have the ability to love myself. Self hate is an awful thing and sadly all too common. It is the worst thing to happen to beautiful people.
Giveaway time! I got off my butt, ran a kiln, and now this is a giveaway! HUZZZAAAAHHH!!
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3. No giveaway blogs, no more than two entries.
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I think its kinda fucking crazy people can get used to the sight of dead human bodies. Like no big deal look a dead father of 3 kids, “whats the angle of this cut to the throat?”…and they get paid to do that … pathologists, man. Wtf.