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A girl of about 6 or 7 was babbling nonsense words at her mom and I thought to myself 'she should be able to form real words and sentences by this age' but then the mom responded in kind and I realized 'oh wait, they're speaking french'.
a silly cat haiku
i love silly cats /
my heart skips a beat when near /
kittens steal my love
-midsiekity
If I could I would explode into a thousand eyes, grasping hands, barred fangs, and the madness of an ever-expanding darkness but they made me 4'11 and kind of sleepy so I gotta make due.
I don’t think people understand how cool rocks really are
what if i *remembers that making suicide jokes is not conducive with my goal of improving the wellbeing of myself and everyone around me* transform into an oyster
my mom speaks spanish better when she's drunk.
she's said it herself.
you wouldn't hear it anymore, but it's clear, it's there, in the way that when she's not, she's uptight held together and healed over she's wrapped all up in twine and the t's are really soft and the r's are strong and she said that when shes drunk, real, real out of it, the words just fall
out
of
her
mouth
and she knows how to hold a conversation again,
and some kind of wall got torn down or
crumbled away and the next morning it scabs over again
and i wonder if she knows it, if those trills taste like good grades and whiskey or if theyre a blanket and an escape and a pinch of cinnamon and a heartbeat
i'd never know how it feels, either way. i quit watching those cartoons a little while after i started calling my tío by his name, and a long while before the slice of her dream she saw in me withered and died like her wedding flowers, before she bought plastic ones.
i never stopped tasting red ink in my blood, but sometimes in november it fades a bit and im made of candles
and bread
and marigolds
and pieces of a life i didnt know
but they dig into my pale palms anyway
and then, just as fast as it came, it's over again, and i forget my words, and i wonder if i'll move back to the southwest, go eat fresh bread and drink something icky, wonder if it's something charred and bleeding in my core and my mom's and her mom's made of whiskey and red ink and old love
i wonder if we'd all speak spanish better when we're drunk
oops more post-it note inscryption doodles
p03 edition
wake up babe new hyperfixation just dropped
“It’s OK to live a life that others don’t understand.”
— Unknown
i love being weird and unsettling but also a sweetheart . Peace and love!