February 2012
36 posts
“I’ve asked every girl I know and while it may be easier to Facebook, text, or...”
– From Hana: Polyamory and Erotica in New York City. (via quickienewyork)
SO TRUE!
better
On the phone, you say, “You sound like a picture book.”
I wear flowers in my uncombed hair. I bounce when I step. Rolling up my shorts, I wade into cool water until I am sure that I am a fish.
Never before have I been wet
at the thought of being wet
or the smell of someone new in my hair.
I’d never contemplated the difference in
slipping or stepping.
So I float the stream with...
crying & writing.
The sky fades between yellow and pale blue, hitched to the earth as a billowing curtain. Out in the country, America turns into a cradle, and She lulls the restless soul. Dust settles into silence. There are no birds; this air is undisturbed. I am driving you along gravel in my father’s old, red truck. I hum Tom Petty and you look out the window.
At times, I look at you as though I am...
letter of resignation
Daily, I wear heels.
I smudge my lipstick on a man that bruises my calves. I fuck with hate and disgust. Afterwards, he places calloused fingers on each purple mark, tells me how it felt to make them. It fuels my slow burning fire, and I love how it heats me right up through my skinny throat.
Letting him watch me undress, I allow myself to be a spectacle. I want you to watch me. I want to...
dear you,
i guess i know why you said “i’m so scared,” now. if i see you anywhere, i’m kicking your fucking teeth in. block me on facebook? good, because i could probably destroy you right now.
my FUCKING GOD!
farisbueller:
felicefawn:
The fact that the majority of teenagers would rather listen to Justin Bieber or Taylor Momsen over Jimi Hendrix or Pink Floyd makes me want to fucking kill myself. Literally.
up next on MTV’s “White Girl Problems”: special snowflake and part-time tumblr user felicefawn is literally contemplating suicide over people having different music taste than her and thinks...
2 tags
fuck it.
let’s get nasty. it’s time for me to act like a selfish bitch and self-destruct.
here’s another dumb post on a dumb website. fuck yeah, #privilegedwhitegirlproblems
January 2012
54 posts
Let’s set the scene. It is already spring in Savannah. I take off my shoes in my backyard and sip juice underneath the looming live oaks. I feel the sun on my feet and legs. There are no words for the warmth or for the part of me that calls so desperately for it. To be warm again. To be again. Just once more, I want to see the summer.
I have slept for a week, possibly two. I open my eyes...
