|i have exactly eight hundred and eighty-eight deviations in storage.|
-i have loved you all so dearly- by Satah
if you want to check out the weird shitty places my creations go to, here is my """serious""" """""art""""" blog
if you just want to see what personal idiocy i'm getting up to, here is my tumblr
Table for Two?A table for two,Table for Two? by frazzled-mage
Spent creamers and sugar packets
Stacked by the salt shaker
A Marlboro Light crushed out
But still smoking in the ashtray
Kind of like me.
Here You Are. Here We Were.1995Here You Are. Here We Were. by Dibujando
we dig a hole to china in the sandbox
two feet deep.
we name it victory and cry on tuesday when
the janitor comes at night and fills it in
quietly, tamping the sand with his
alice jennings sobs in the bathroom.
i wash my hands five times before
i ask what is wrong.
fuck off bitch, she says.
ok, i say, and dry my hands
later i will draw her a picture of a sun,
fold it into an origami star
and then go home and tear it into
they say he probably didn't
even feel a thing, and i think
about how i don't feel a
we lay naked, listening to the
gentle humming of the fan. you
drum fingertips against my hip.
are you ok? you ask. your hand
speaks a foreign language to my
probably, i say.