what i learned from school
- im a fucking piece of shit
- everybody else is also a fucking piece of shit
- mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell
this is me people. Taken from a section of a poem that reads.
You are not my mother
You are not my wife.
Your limbs do not unfurl in the image
of your maker,
I know you to be no mans daughter.
Though you etched the word on your forearm
as if to declare yourself your own.
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love this kid. he’s a pretty cool kid. he’s an amazing dancer
I’m tired? I am tired… I’m tired! I AM tired.
She rubbed her eyes like a pro. You would think she had been doing it for her entire life- it is amazing she has any eyes left at all. Big Wet Red oozing things. When asked about it she usually just says she’s tired. But we all know this is the universal substitute for horrible things happening. What is not widely known is that she is in fact just tired. But people believe what they want to. ‘Tired’ and trying to rub her eyes away, poor thing, must be going through something awful. But she had gone her whole life without sleep! How, after all that not sleeping, does she get tired now?
She tells me she ruined everything. She tells me she has slept only twice in her entire life. Both times in the small room that could barely hold the weight of her and whomever she was sleeping with. She said it was the second time that killed her. Had she only done it once, her and her eyes might have been just fine. But she went back for more, she slept in the small weightless room a second time and it just slayed her.
oil and gold leaf on wood panel