What scents do you associate with - comfort, happiness, peace, warmth?
I find comfort in the smell of sliced cucumbers and freshly sharpened pencils and trees and the soil fresh after a rainfall. And the smell of late October and early January. And old, old books with thin, waning pages, some laundry detergents, and certain colognes and perfumes I smell when I pass strangers by on the street.
Have you accepted death and if not how would you go about doing that?
this answer is very pro death i would not read this answer if you are suicidal please
we weren’t children after death
already sick at five and six,
in our lungs
we sold bouquets of dandelions
obnoxious yellow pools with sticky stems
you were charismatic even then
at eleven i was coke
and at twelve you were my heroin—
when we held each other close
while we tied each other’s nooses
you drew blood from all the bruises on me,
you drew blood
you drew love
you drew blood and love from me—
i learned something about people, then
if i’m destroyed, i can’t destroy
if you destroy, you cannot self-destruct
Do you believe that your suffering is greater than anyone else's?
Absolutely not, and it saddens me that you asked this. But I understand why you did. I’m self pitying and pessimistic and self-obsessed. I complain often about how people in college or people who have jobs are so much stronger than I am, but that means they’re stronger, not less sick or less hurt.
If you had the chance to create a college course (you wouldn't necessarily have to teach it), what would it be about?
I would never have that chance, I’m a drop out ;(
If you could be the parent of any famous/infamous figure, who would you choose?
Oh that would be awful, I’d fuck history up so badly. And not intentionally, either. It’s just that our parents shape us, whether we like it or not. I have my impatience and self pity from my father, my self-denial and my avoidance from my mother, and the hypersensitivity of both. It’s not like I’ve resigned myself to it. I actively work every day on reducing those traits. People aren’t always like their parent(s), but there are always those small, little things that if you’re paying enough attention you’ll see it, slam your head against your desk, and curse really loudly.
we catch midnights in our throat
communication veils strained and pale
with the spirit of the stairway hanging on “goodbye,”
(one last time, we promise)
maps of rust and faded braille
cry collapse and cry
with memories of thieves and strangers
all people are just passerby
Isn’t it a little immature to capitalize on mocking someone else’s writing? Or am I just not cool enough / too hypersensitive / unable to take a joke?
I’m not the “someone else” here but I don’t get it either way.
a shout out to my new followers who have really brightened me up this morning & a shout out to my old-still-here followers who have stuck with me even though i’ve become a horrible person.
thanks guys x