October 2010
3 posts
up, up and away.. read my new thoughts at http://feathersandloveletters.tumblr.com/ if you’d like.
surveys are so myspace circa 04
For your last kiss, were your eyes closed and did you have to be on your tip toes? my eyes were closed but no tip toes. How often do you honestly say “I wanna die”? never to be honest. something’s better than nothing. Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to? i don’t think so, no Are you nervous about anything? yes, it’s deliciously mischevious. Do you drink...
September 2010
2 posts
anonymous
this week i left someone who i felt was keeping me in a cage. some nice smell is wafting through my walls, warm cooking, cosy air, balmy night. actually it’s uncharacteristically cold. but my chest feels warm. i can’t help it, i’m a bird. i like flying alone, landing sporadically for kisses and such..
anonymous
dear tumblr. my hands look elderly. i am dissatisfied with the amount of adrenalin in my life. my mother hung my underwear on my door handle and they got stuck underneath the door as i opened it and now my door is jammed. without my contacts i can’t see the lights outside my window clearly. i’m not hungry or full or sick or healthy or elated or distraught,
i am neutral, and it’s...
anonymous
as gingerbeard and i were approaching dawn in our heavy little slumbers this morning, i woke suddenly. you know, the wake you see in the cinema, the instant wake; no weak and weary eyes, no grace period for focussing. your eyes just snap open, with all the instantaneousness of a clap. i saw him.
and we had slept, unbeknown, not two inches away from each other’s face, for some far-off,...
June 2010
2 posts
itchy
after such a prolonged period of silence, i do feel itchy to spit out some words, fragments, stretch the boundaries of my person to include this space. i am small, tiny, with big ears and a big mouth, but not really, you know? i love to imagine the glamorous women in their ripped clothing and studded heels and juicy lips dramatically conquering their lives. jesus christ i hope it feels the way...
today, it rains
o, window of mine, of thine.
you do sit and taunt
my poor meek and humble fingers,
toes,
legs,
nose,
why do you promise such different days?
or is it you, mind, who does such implorable things?
why, nay, how, must i conquer thee?
for the things that most frighten us,
will surely destroy us in the end.
unless, pray, a soul stretches and grips
to destroy the enemy of all lonely young...
April 2010
2 posts
things that are great about right now
1. living across the road from a convienance store. delivering what it promised.
2. living in islington on an okay rent. quaint street, three blocks from the main street, near a tube station.
3. working two blocks away and making legit really good money despite my wage being 5.80 an hour. 20 worth of tips usually come home with me after every shift.
4. working at a place where i like everyone...
feeling kinda lonely
missing having friends
March 2010
2 posts
my night floats on, my life floats on
slowly, quietly, trickling thoughts, smoggy iced nights, hazy days, blinking world, muted television, muted voices, pressing silence, playing a blank tape full blast, a tap funnels a drip of water, misty windows, cold silent bedframes and a note drifts through the air from a wandering wind,
a child spins down the footpath, the road curves, deforms, an elephant’s trunk rears and his eyes...
February 2010
1 post
anonymous
this house is unsteady. my room slants downwards - i know this because the three identical cupboards that lay on one side of the room don’t all reach from floor to ceiling comfortably. the door in the lounge room shuts of it’s own accord. the floor travels lower as you walk from one side to fro. the streets too, are rickety, unpromising, commitaphobes.
‘normalacy’...
January 2010
10 posts
australia day
i woke too late to smother like butter in the sunshine, darkness is now only a whisper away at the peak of the planet. i’m a rotation too late anyway, beer has long been drunk and perhaps already thrown up on a balcony or beach somewhere, and lovers lay together in a drunken paralysed state united in the same bodily desire for their rest. gingerbeard and i are on our bed, he laying and i...
fucking
being naked. porn, tits, ass. what’s the time? 1960?
the 2 years that just ran past pickpocketed me of youthly haziness. laying naked next to some skinbag of bones with a slippery grin blossumed an exhilarating, blood-squealing insolence. hallways are coming into focus, let’s fuck. ladies pout and whimper, glazing their eyes and curving their frame. sucking power from the very...
anonymous
a moment ago i thought about smothering my boyfriend. one virginal, swirling, thick and foggy moment where murdering him lead me down the hall to the door glimmering and swimming and swaying and glowing. relief.
he lies by me as i cough up my dry words, lying deep in an ocean of the rum which muffles the sound of my fingers pitter-pattering like small children’s soles. he lies still and...
the cat i wasn't to touch, thankyou very much
this part is (optional)
i live in london, uk. it snows, but it doesn’t today. i go out, but i won’t today. i spend money on food, art supplies, books and panties. this is my worst update yet.
you can’t be lonely in a big city, so i’m not. i’d make a good case, but it’d be artificially sad and therefore a downer. i’m not the soppy sook i come across as, but sometimes i wish i...
anonymous
and we’re all dirty and glamorous and beautiful and young and choking on vomit from our body rejecting the poisons our minds are wailing and flailing and screaming for and posing for the right pictures in the right poses for the right people and they’re writing scripts about our lives and we’re stumbling and mumbling about the loves that only lurk around our lips and tongues when...
anonymous
dear mum.
i don’t really know where to start exactly, but i guess i had a really difficult day yesterday - they seem to be occurring more and more often these days. it wasn’t anything to do with the relationship between gingerbeard and i; infact, i think we’re getting stronger. it wasn’t really anything rational, but like you said - feelings are rarely rational. i just feel a little...
introduction
the iris of my eye is gingerbeard. we weave, like the lengths of wool in my jumper. we run in synchonicity, like the hair that erupts unceremoniously on my crown. we are not brittle and ill like the whites of my undernourished fingernails. i have grown into indifferent utter dependence on my shoulder blades being warmed by his chest. his arm seeking a path across my ribcage has become as...
i draw portraits
040110
for my decade and four-fifths, my arrogant youth has been quick to discard what has now become imperative musings on life. my pattern of maturity seems cyclic, and indicitave of a popular trend of becoming adult - discarding advice of the wise and endulging in frivolity, until a night comes (and it is always night that rips our mind apart and the thoughts of our masterpieces leak through, like...
November 2009
1 post
anonymous
my fingers are always demanding things of me. they taunt me, like a shoulder-dwelling devil, in the face of absence of movement. blank walls, idle hands, blank walls, idle hands.. the charcoal lays stirring, seemingly undetected, silently begging. “what looms ahead?” my fingers reason. “only good things.” ahh, fingers. you’re precious, like a young mind. i listen to...