Socks&Peas

Eyes glared. Mouths leaked. Minds reeked. Actions played.

It all runs in a circle. some fall helplessly because they can’t accept the consequences that are linked to their actions. point and labeled. some would front as if all they can grasp what’s left of their stranded island. that’s all they have to fight for. point and labeled. they bite their bottom lip to hide the written word regret and on their forehead, bitter.

Other’s mistakes can be smeared into minds just as easy as spreading butter. fancying your taste buds will come with a side of consequences. yum? not. you’re temporarily injecting yourself with an orgasmic excitement and subconsciously, while you gain greedy attention, there’s an admirable lost in some situation in your life. when you least expect it, the devil is straining your blood flow with a snap. boom. and now you’re fighting for purity. Hell, add an open mind to a full of life dish. No open surgery intended, promise. when i was naive, i took many dishes from the devil. i have already accepted all the baggage from my aftermath. butter everywhere, but that was years ago and my taste buds want something more lasting. i’ve tasted the spoiled. my entrées now contain pure happiness and just plain real.   

Dinner is served but please, my butter has been long gone expired. Buy a new one, spread your butter elsewhere and leave mine at peace. 

From each capital letter to a . it’s a new thought next to their neighbor. 
at times, i would imagine myself floating out of my body suit and see how me would be visual to another person. Discomforting. What feels boring to you could turn out to be interesting to another. Vise versa. Sharing is caring. There’s a difference between a friendship and a relationship; memorize the boundary or there will be war. The toe mounds of my feet are like the hands of a legit weight lifter. i’m so tired. emotionally. so very tired. the a/z roadtrip game, the canoeing floating across the lake and well fuck i can’t even complete my thoughts, were the only happiness i endured this week. these were temporary adrenaline injections and by the sound of that, that’s the only time happy creeps in so i haven’t had happy in the long run of this month. thanks at, a 5 pound dung bell has been taken off my stomach; metaphorically of course because you don’t touch exercise equipments. it’s not needed, it’s wanted. gave a call because it’s a friend situation to see if you’re alive, nothing else. i miss your life in mine. ew, Socks has been with me for almost two years and this was the first time seeing her vagina.

i need/want to put my focus elsewhere.

fuckyeahndasian:

what a racist… he just sees a black dog and look what happens.

Worked out my calves so hard two days ago, when I got out of my bed and took the first step, they were so tight/tense I fell straight onto a water bottle and it jabbed me right in the armpit..

On the verge of wetting my epidermis.  My heart is swelling for the right words to print. The right feel to heal.

Growing up, I was/am always a loner; the only child with parents who never showed her what was beyond the visuals. The wolf of the crowd. I was so oblivious to my surrounding I didn’t know any other kid in my position would consider it being lonely and alone. I didn’t see any of that. I didn’t have any chaos to rupture my clean soul. It was spotless with a lot of innocence. When I did have an affliction, it would come to an accidental gabbing myself in the arm with a .03 mechanical pencil or an over dramatic crush that started a day and my feelings created a year full of jubblejabble mushygushy so imagine the “heart ache” I endured when the second day arrived, I told the guy I was madly in love with him. Haha, that never happened but it was the jest of to the original story. And when I cried, I would force distress on my nervous system to signal my brain I’m in need for some buckets just because I wanted pain. Now, I’m dry as a desert. But when a desert finally receives the splash of hydration, shit/waterfalls goes down.