i just snorted
i hope it wasn’t marijuana hannah please don’t wind up like karen
I am actually karen
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3:49 pm • 28 October 2013 • 5 notes
“I practice kissing other boys and do not tell you.
I do not wash my hair sometimes for three or four days.
You are probably so tired of all the cigarette smoke,
the mugs full of tea setting cold on the counter,
my inability to put my clothes away after wearing them,
how I am so heavy-footed that you can’t make cakes
when I am home. If you asked me I would tell you
that yes, I am faking it, but you never do so we continue
living as we live. Dancing around each other
but never close enough to touch. We are a fire-hazard,
the little pieces that come with toy sets, not for swallowing.
My hands do not smell like my own. I try on wedding dresses
and then cry in the changing room. The truth is I love you.
What I am trying to say is that I never want to see you again.”
— Kristina Haynes, “The Things You Aren’t Supposed to Say” (via fleurishes)
3:38 pm • 28 October 2013 • 5,028 notes
The space between the last syllable stumbling from your mouth
and the first which comes scratching its way
sputtering from mine
is one hundred years
I have aged in full
I have forgotten what you’ve said
The cigarette in your mouth has burned down to its butt
and there seems to be ash everywhere
in my eyes
I cannot find clarity
as I am swallowed by smoke
3:27 pm • 28 October 2013 • 1 note