want this! How wonderful is this idea?
My name is Kathrine and Im a coffee addict.
step one of recovery…admit you have a problem.
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They’re ripped black skinnys… Anyway, my point is the pair that fit me was a size thirteen. Now, I promise you, I’m not on of those delusional girls that thinks she can wear a size five when she’s really a size twelve, I promise. I wear sevens but Miley downsized her sizes to make seven like… four. There’s no way I’m a size thirteen. I told Michelle and she was like,”No way. Miley is just trying to make little girls anorexic.” I seriously think that’s what’s going on. What a bitch.
The face of a liar >.<
2.
The object of this poem is not to annihila
To not annih
The object of this poem is to report a theft,
In progress, of everything
That is not these words
And their disposition on the page.
The object o f this poem is to report a theft,
In progre ss of everything that exists
That is not th ese words
And their d isposition on the page.
The object of his poe is t epor a theft
In rogre f ever hing at xists
Th is no ese w rds
And their disp sit on o the pag
3.
To score, to scar, to smear, to streak,
To smudge, to blur, to gouge, to scrape.
“Action painting,” i.e.,
The painter gets to behave like time.
4.
The typo would be “painting.”
(To abrade.)
5.
Or to render time and stand outside
The horizontal rush of it, for a moment
To have the sensation of standing outside
The greenish rush of it.
6.
Some vertical gesture then, the way that anger
Or desire can rip a life apart,
Some wound of color.Time and Materials Robert Hass
I am posting this photo mostly for myself. As a reminder that I can actually LOOK happy.Although I don’t look particularly in high spirits here, today is honestly the best I have felt in the last month. It has been some time since I actually felt anything really, and even though I just feel “fine”, its a hell o fa lot better then where I was before. I don’t know what it was, and I hope it doesn’t come back but if it does I can look at this photo and remember how I was feeling here and know that happiness is possible. Even when it feels so far away.
my holiday spirit has me bursting at the seams…
(via ache)
I’m really starting to like my hair like this. It resembles a lion’s mane most days.
Michelle, my beautiful friend. I love your smile.