Cell Level
Your home. . .
is in the curve of my hip
and between my thighs
and in the dip of my collarbone
and behind my 5th and 6th left ribs
and when you go (because they all go)
you will be imprinted in my cells
Your home. . .
is in the curve of my hip
and between my thighs
and in the dip of my collarbone
and behind my 5th and 6th left ribs
and when you go (because they all go)
you will be imprinted in my cells
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, itβs not supposed to make sense.
Where Sarcasm Gets Drunk and Lets Its Hair Down
Shining the light of truth on delusion
Researching, investigating, and writing about the paranormal.
You either get it... or you don't.
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
"Eye Fly High"
A weekly series edited by Jena Schwartz
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Just my thoughts for all to behold
π Fully Living The Unfinished Things Of Life Through Writings. π
A baking and dessert blog.
Writer, Tarot Reader, Designer
a little bit of this and a little bit of that
Seeking Beauty Beyond the Scars
The home of Emma O'Brien
The musings of a scorpion who would have been an eagle
I blog now. I know, I can't believe it either.
Paul Johnson's comedy blog: I didn't get into comedy to be rich or famous. All I've ever wanted was to be loved...by somebody rich and famous.
And why exactly would anybody want to leave home?
Because they all leave.
Your words are always exquisite, even when drawn from the darkness.
I can’t imagine you being any less so, in any sense. Somebody is going to find themselves in the very fortunate position of sharing real space with you
Thank you! Although no one seems to find my quirks appealing. lol
I find them very appealing and, while I have nothing to offer romantically, I’d love to enjoy a friendship with you, if you ever care to DM or email