February 2012
Feb 29th
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i think you left me once you saw the rough skin on my elbows. no. the way i turned my head to see the people in cars who looked back. no. the way i can’t drink my coffee if it’s too cold and i hate microwaving. no. i think you left when you saw the look in my eyes that spoke the words i couldn’t come closer 
Feb 29th
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Feb 29th
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Feb 29th
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Feb 28th
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littlebirdsings: I’m sorry, but sometimes I am the girl who looks straight through you as you smile and shuffle hoping that you aren’t blushing so much that I notice. I won’t. If pressed, I won’t even remember the colour of your eyes. I’m sorry, but I don’t see anything some days because the words are pulling at the back of my eyes and my hands are miming how to hold a pen and my heart is...
Feb 28th
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Feb 26th
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Feb 26th
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Feb 26th
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heaven painted sky glass i want to use the lines on your hands as a road map and take you with me (take me with you) down the rural back roads dirt in our throats gravel dust powdered white faces i want the sunburned shoulders and that prairie sky kind of love so big so changeable so big 
Feb 25th
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An Email to the Man in Italy
Oh, I submitted something to a poetry contest a while ago, and it’s made the semi-finals, and is going to be published in an anthology. I just got the letter today. It was a nice pick me up, that’s for sure. Sometimes I wonder if being a writer is one of the hardest things a person can do with their life. So much rejection and self loathing and waiting and working and never really...
Feb 25th
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“Sex is not spiritual. There is no god present when I kiss someone, no goddess...”
– Why Sex Is Not Spiritual - San Francisco Arts - The Exhibitionist 
Feb 25th
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please, her fingers wrap around your wrist and tighten please, make me disappear 
Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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your love was hard as concrete. i can still see your white teeth shinning telling me to hold still and smile, baby, we aren’t half way bad just yet. your love was freezer burned and i was eating through osmosis. 
Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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we laughed as we twisted indian burn love bites into each others skin. baby i’ll hurt you like you hurt me. baby i just wanted to hold you. 
Feb 24th
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Anonymous asked: i am empty now and ruminating on the certainty of death, but what saddens me is the fact that it will come for you too. these are the thoughts that poets should keep to themselves, but sometimes the lava can't help but burn pompeii.
Feb 24th
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“Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn’t know this...”
– Nicholas Cage as Ronny Cammareri in Moonstruck 
Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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“rick santorum what are you doing?”
– everyone  
Feb 23rd
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i’ll tell you the secret, he said. i leaned back and glanced around the red bricked patio of hidden paradise, dowtown hell, prairie life. the bicycles  wove crooked paths and sang crooked songs and my skin had that soft warm pre-sweat smell to it. no thanks, i said.
Feb 22nd
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Let's reblog with something we're looking forward...
the-womanifesto: tumbledoresbeard: adagioforpoe: zcatz: I’m looking forward to living in New York as a child psychologist/psychiatrist eventually. building my creative empire, and settling down in germany when i’m older.  I’m looking forward to graduating college, making my family proud, and proving myself wrong. I’m looking forward to SMASHING THE FUCKING PATRIARCHY and getting free...
Feb 22nd
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When I can’t write, I make lists.
Feb 22nd
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Today's Shopping List
Eyebrow Pencil Lip Balm Black pleated skirt Oxford lace ups 3 new bras (one t-shirt, two lace)
Feb 22nd
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Stuff Inside My Purse
A single bobby pin A dime & a penny Two sticky note packets A bike lock key 3 fine point black pens 1 glow in the dark condom 1 “zero” condom 1 lighter, sky blue Typewriter Wallet  King Lear (well read) The card from the Italian roses One green stone earring
Feb 21st
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you rub your hand across my cheek i wonder if you are trying to smear kisses from past lovers freckles from where the sun promised to love me 
Feb 21st
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Listenanneiskindofhungry: nothing matters when we’re...
Feb 21st
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yousoothemysoul asked: WHAT WAS IT YOU HAD FOR BREAKFAST?
Feb 21st
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i thought i could give your love away i thought i knew the insides of your elbows and the childhood skinned knees (but i somehow overlooked the way you stared at me when you thought i was asleep i had never seen a man more hungry) 
Feb 21st
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you pulled me a little closer those boys can’t love you the way i can i laughed and pushed not knowing where to go to hide from you 
Feb 21st
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lilysofthefield: I soaked my hair in honey and spread aspirin chalk on my skin. All I want is to feel beautiful.  
Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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I Was Reading a Scientific Article - Margaret...
secrethipstersociety: They have photographed the brain and here is the picture, it is full of branches as I always suspected, each time you arrive the electricity of seeing you is a huge tree lumbering through my skull, the roots waving. It is an earth, its fibres wrap things buried, your forgotten words are graved in my head, an intricate red blue and pink prehensile chemistry veined...
Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Anonymous asked: you are my hero. i wish i could speak up the way you do but in my house, that's not possible.
Feb 19th
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Anonymous asked: After a short skim of your blog, I've decided I really like what you're about. Go you, birdy.
Feb 19th
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Anonymous asked: all the awards go to you for being a kickass feminist. preach it girl.
Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Mild mannered poet-girl by day, Feminist vigilante by night 
Feb 18th
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choosing and shifting through the left over words (the ones you didn’t steal from my mouth) and i am lost still when you talk about how you’d never steal the covers, just the sheets 
Feb 18th
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ohrinners: plus qu’hier, moins que demain.: why i am still a virgin icarryyourheart: i feel dirty even talking about it. like my mind should be cleansed with pinesol every time I think about intercourse. but I do think about it. Everyone does. And THEY say it’s overrated. I should get it over with. It’s always awkward-as-hell that first time anyways. and maybe it’s true....
Feb 17th
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Anonymous asked: dear birdie, mary me please. our only vow would be to bring each other coffee in bed.
Feb 17th
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Dear Alexander Ryking
threecrowsonequill: I have recently come across your little quote: “When some of the most prominent feminists and famous women make openly hateful anti-male statements, and the mainstream feminist organizations say and do nothing to distance themselves from such public statements, then it’s clear that the hatred of men has an accepted place in mainstream feminism. Does this seem like a harsh...
Feb 17th
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Feb 17th
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ryking: “When some of the most prominent feminists and famous women make openly hateful anti-male statements, and the mainstream feminist organizations say and do nothing to distance themselves from such public statements, then it’s clear that the hatred of men has an accepted place in mainstream feminism. Does this seem like a harsh assessment of feminism? Perhaps. Is it true? Absolutely. One of...
Feb 17th
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