A Sleep on the Floor: Archive

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February 28th, 11:18 AM

The process starts - like clockwork It’s calculated now; thoughtless And inseparably flooded with thought I make my rounds Like a garbage man with separation anxiety Collecting all things that remind me of you We start small - slowly The sentimental card, the pictures I skim the surface of things that remind me of you I look around - deeper now My hands, my face, my voice, my heart I pack...

Feb 28th

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I Have So Many Record of the Week Vinyls to Post...

But I’m struggling with finding the time/creativity to take decent pictures of them.

Feb 28th

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Unspoken Words: Personal writings- →

sweepyeyes: 2/24/2012 i want to add onto things, to previous attachments and make them whole. i whither under my own sense of halfheartedness and i can’t bare the keen touch my wounded heart lays upon me every night. i wake up in the morning with a cup of steaming hot tea only to burn my fingers in the…

Feb 28th

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Feb 27th

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Feb 27th

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“To the people who love you, you are beautiful already. This is not because...”

– Victoria Moran (via internal-acceptance-movement)

Feb 27th

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“I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and...”

– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via bookmania)

Feb 27th

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February 25th, 8:48 PM

My hands burn with fire Tear my skin to give the pain a place to escape I sidestep my sadistic desires But I need a crutch to take its place I tasted her - Not in the way you taste an apple In a way that her heart scraped against mine Toxically intertwined Now, I grapple With life, with love With loss, with trust With everything outside myself Within myself

Feb 26th

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