The irony is that we’re all born of flesh
Yet we assault the flesh that we love to look at
And abuse the flesh we love to eat
And change the flesh that makes us unique
And kill the flesh of the weakest links
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A blog about stumbling through life in your 20's
The irony is that we’re all born of flesh
Yet we assault the flesh that we love to look at
And abuse the flesh we love to eat
And change the flesh that makes us unique
And kill the flesh of the weakest links
A.
I knew before the news broke
My lungs had been tight- body aching, sinus pressure
Burning flesh filled the air
The Earth was dying
I couldn’t see anything wrong
The air was saturated with dewy condensation
It hung, thick on the dusty horizon
But she was falling
My eyes watered
Filled with the invisible smoke
And the crackling of wet leaves
Dehydrating and bursting veins
My veins
I was not surprised to learn it
My Goddess, brought to her knees
Magdalena was always going to die here
Screaming in the ashes of her greatest trees
– How men crucify their Gods
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thinking it out loud doesnt make it real
crumple it up and throw it on the ground to make you feel
the shit you do beyond closed doors doesnt matter before you post it
no one fucking cares where the bear shits- unless you know it
throw away your list bc you dont fucking need it
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It is not your obligation- as a friend, lover, sister, or mother- to fix them. No healthy relationship will ever require you to drain yourself completely of happiness. Don’t ever empty your cup into someone else’s, just because theirs has a crack in it.
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i was your sunshine when skies were gray
but when the skies cleared
you called me “rain”
you can’t hide love
between the folds
of your sheets
you can’t pin
my heart
to your bed
no matter how
hard you shake me
only tears will fall
– the rest is mine to keep