MLIB

My Life Is Bri

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Mother Mom Dearest

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I can’t even

Sit in a room 

With my own

Solitude 

Without feeling  

Crowded.  


And now you 

Expect me to 

Answer my telephone?  


And swallow bouquets 

Of bullshit for you?

This cunted circus

Is ageless.


I will not participate.


Nurse, increase the anesthetic. 

I will not be tolerated tonight.

(via lasbuchanans)

I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is:  I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.   Rebecca West

I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is:  I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.  

Rebecca West

(Source: bigfun, via dewdropss)

But I must admit I miss you quite terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. I go to bed early and rise late and I feel as if I have hardly slept.

—Lemony Snicket (via fleurare)

(via wakalime)

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.  Our longing had finally winded to a close at the end of my dimly lit street, the wilting branches breaking the soft glow from the moon that cascaded down from the sky.  “Get out of the car.” I don’t remember the last time he embraced me with such eagerness… such a whole cradle, it was, swaying beside the stop sign, lost in contentment.  It was as if I felt settled again; a comfort long taken advantage of.  His left hand laid on the steering wheel, gliding us through the dark indistinct lane of homes; his right, rested upon the center console. A magnetic sensation sparked between our palms as our fingers intertwined for the first time in weeks, stirring amazement and shock from the both of us. Did you feel that? What was that? Not as distinct as the zap from a worn grocery cart or from elementary days spent learning about static electricity which ensued socks shuffling against grey carpet in an attempt to shock dribbly faced classmates… but present nonetheless.  The human body works in amazing ways.  Sushi on the New River Canal, a locale plagued with the memories of Persian conspirators, was now home to a surplus of sushi and remarkable pictures of creatures and lands many seas away.  A quick trip winding up to the bejeweled skyline and moments spent on the cool shore is all that will be remembered of our night. The latter:silent mischief, forever fortressed between us, only ever mentioned to curl our lips in a knowingly smirk.  Saturday will be interesting while Sunday remains highly anticipated.  Until then, it’s comforting to know Key West isn’t so far after all. 

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. 

Our longing had finally winded to a close at the end of my dimly lit street, the wilting branches breaking the soft glow from the moon that cascaded down from the sky. 

“Get out of the car.”

I don’t remember the last time he embraced me with such eagerness… such a whole cradle, it was, swaying beside the stop sign, lost in contentment. 

It was as if I felt settled again; a comfort long taken advantage of. 

His left hand laid on the steering wheel, gliding us through the dark indistinct lane of homes; his right, rested upon the center console. A magnetic sensation sparked between our palms as our fingers intertwined for the first time in weeks, stirring amazement and shock from the both of us.

Did you feel that? What was that?

Not as distinct as the zap from a worn grocery cart or from elementary days spent learning about static electricity which ensued socks shuffling against grey carpet in an attempt to shock dribbly faced classmates… but present nonetheless. 

The human body works in amazing ways. 

Sushi on the New River Canal, a locale plagued with the memories of Persian conspirators, was now home to a surplus of sushi and remarkable pictures of creatures and lands many seas away. 

A quick trip winding up to the bejeweled skyline and moments spent on the cool shore is all that will be remembered of our night. The latter:silent mischief, forever fortressed between us, only ever mentioned to curl our lips in a knowingly smirk. 

Saturday will be interesting while Sunday remains highly anticipated. 

Until then, it’s comforting to know Key West isn’t so far after all. 

(Source: voldemortscat, via dewdropss)