Mar 31, 2014

I'm going after what I want. No apologies and no regrets... hopefully.

Feb 22, 2014


idea for writing

“If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And two little babies in an incubator, their hearts will beat at the same time. Love that. So if you have somebody in your life that is prone to anxiety, like myself, and if you happen to be a calm person, you could come up and hug me heart to heart and my heart hopefully would slow to yours. And I just love that idea. Or maybe yours would speed up to mine. But either way, we’ll be there together.”

—   Andrea Gibson

Feb 16, 2014

Eros. Life. Vida.
          life is about mistakes. sucking the marrow out of life. taking it all in. no regrets. putting your finger on Life's pulse and feeling it go wild. a stream of conciousness. until it ends. then the Grim Reaper will come by to take you far.

Tanatos. Death. Muerte.
          death is about endings. fear and death go hand in hand for some. i think that's inevitable. some people chase after death with bloody razors and weary bodies that are exhausted, tired of Eros.

Eros & Tanatos. Life & Death. Vida & Muerte.
     Two Sides Of The Same Coin
if my face gets any hotter, i'll die with a blush high on my cheeks because of you
Sometimes, you just read things that make your heart ache, you know?

Feb 6, 2014

“What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.
Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist

Tell him,
Hey, Asshole:
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.

So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Immortal beings.
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
create life.

So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.

Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
and dies,
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.”

Katherine Tucker