November 2010
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It's always one thing after the other.
I feel shame not for the wrong things I have done, but for the right things that I have failed to do for you. I wish I could erase it all, start over. I am so full of shit. Didn’t you know? I open my mouth and immediately start speaking nonsense and my words do nothing but tangle themselves into countless knots. I am restless because of love and captured by the past. I wish you could of...
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Since She Left now has 25 THOUSAND Followers.
Thanks so much, everyone. I never imagined there’d be this many of you. Don’t forget I’m always taking submissions on the /submit page and via email.
Goodnight<3
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comebacktohauntme asked: This isn't a question. I just wanted to tell that Since She Left inspired me to write again just when it seemed I'd forgotten how to. I cannot thank you enough for existing. I look forward to your future posts! =)
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What do you want for christmas?
Don’t say things. Reply with ideas and concepts. Things suck. Black Friday sucks. Here, I’ll start. For christmas I want free water for people all over the world. The idea that water, a basic life sustaining element should cost money is absurd.
Have a good day, friends.
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unnecessary pain (a poem)
i watched her with four eyes pull it from her purse: roma tomato red.
she unsheathed the weapon like a crusading templar.
with a twist, it rose up through the gap, an icbm with its coordinates set.
the cold war was a distant memory. no one came out the victor, not even her.
she gave her lips a cherubic coat; i felt like a wolf with a crooked tail.
it was obvious she gained weight. ...
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I don’t want you to leave me again. I dread that goodbye even before our hello. I try and hold onto your hand as tight as possible and try not to cry when you pull me into a hug. My efforts never work. I hate watching you walk away. I hate watching you get onto that train or into that car. I always think you’re going to turn around and come back to me. Propose some crazy idea about...
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cameron-victoria asked: just wondering, what exactly do you look for when people submit stuff to your blog?
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I’m terrified that I might never be in love again. I’m scared of the commitment, because it hurt too damn much when it all fell to pieces. I don’t know if I have the strength to be vulnerable again; I feel like I will forever have my guard up, I will forever hold back from people who want to know all of me. If God sends me a nice boy, one who tries to open me up again, I’m afraid that I ...
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bolinpsychedin:
Let’s go back to earlier this...
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The Magnetic Fields > You Must Be Out of Your...
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There’s a silence for the first time and it’s heartbreaking. Neither of us have anything to say. I have no idea what you’re thinking but in my head at least it can’t be good. All I want to do is break down and cry and say that I’m sorry for whatever I did and for all this time I’ve wanted to tell you that I’m sorry for everything I cannot do and cannot be for you but we just sit on our...
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She sat, on the eve of his return, waiting less than patiently for time to pass. Artificial light flooded the room through the plain beige lampshade; a white ceiling fan turned above her head. Music played through the speakers of her computer, but the lyrics were not heard. Instead she sat, stomach churning, unable to wrench her mind from fantasies of him. She was nervous— god, was she nervous....
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Underoath — A Message for Adrienne
Time...
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Letters To Josephine
Choke
Even the fucking toilet paper I’m writing this on is a waste. Every sentence. Every word. You don’t deserve it. I want the money back for the ink, which is coming out of my pen right now, please transfer it to my bank account as soon as you get this letter. I even feel like I should write this using incorrect grammar and wrongh spelllingh, you’re not worth it. You...
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“Even with all the advantages of retrospect, and a lot of witnesses dead and...”
– Christopher Hitchens (via bolinpsychedin)
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I should probably tell you a story,
I’ve been thinking about heading out to the island, or going back to Montauk or Connecticut, and just trying to start over, or maybe I could travel a bit, take the bike and just ride, anywhere. I could go out to the desert and lay low in the bramble with the coyotes and snakes and rise when the sun comes round the mountain and forage for my meals and then I could be one with the earth that bore...
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So Donald is the man, thought you knew. He wrote a book and I’m currently reading it and I LOVE it so much....
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It's loud, and hard to hear.
And so she said (over the telephone) that she didn’t want to become affected (and she says this in a way where the words are italicized, I can hear it in her voice), and I, who was at a bar at the time of the conversation, and better than close to drunk, spoke to her, who was really just leaving work. I told her that it wasn’t for her to extrapolate the theories behind what she was feeling, but...
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Burial — Archangel
From my friend Sam,...
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cchugg:
Warm blankets and a cool pillow hitting my face and bare skin as I snuggle deep into the safest place I know. The ache behind my eyelids as I adjust to the darkness and try to close them for extended periods of time. Your hand, sliding from my hip bone up to my most prominent rib and then slipping under my cotton shirt and across my stomach. The pull of my thigh muscle as I stretch out...
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Kevin Devine — You Are The Daybreak
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Please
Please come back and make me love you and leave too soon like you always do. Please leave pieces of you in every corner so I can feel the pain of your absence in every silent space in my room. Please leave your smell in my pillow so it can linger on and on and make my heart ache as I hug your absence every night before going to sleep. Please tell me about your day and let’s talk so I can pretend...
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TIME TO GO
whiskeymonologues:
She’d had enough. The late nights he spent out while she lay in an empty bed. The cruel words. The incessant drinking. It had drained her of all her love, and she couldn’t remember why she was here. She had loved him once, hadn’t she? She knew she had. He was charming, roguish in all the right ways, intelligent, and treated her with compassion. He was a man, and she adored him...