Evince

May 17

indentured mastication

I almost hacked my hair to eradicate the remnants of thoughts that sprouted from parts of my mind that had grown moldy. Yet there were no scissors in your crude bathroom. Instead, I settled for a sharp stare in the mirror, cursing the shards of color in my irises that broadcast my incumbent infirmity, and blessing them all the same.

May 6

Shelley: You've had that drill for years and you always complain about it.
Shelley's Dad: I haven't had it for years!
Shelley: How long have you had it?
Shelley's Dad: Two years.
Shelley: ...

Apr 26

In my dreams I tend to attempt killing people,

and wrap strings loosely around my sentiments

so as not to let them get far from me.

Apr 2

just because i haven’t posted a picture of myself in a long ass time

Apr 1

“A long time ago, when you were a wee thing, you learned something, some way to cope, something that, if you did it, would help you survive. It wasn’t the healthiest thing, it wasn’t gonna get you free, but it was gonna keep you alive. You learned it, at five or six, and it worked, it *did* help you survive. You carried it with you all your life, used it whenever you needed it. It got you out—out of your assbackwards town, away from an abuser, out of range of your mother’s un-love. Or whatever. It worked for you. You’re still here now partly because of this thing that you learned. The thing is, though, at some point you stopped needing it. At some point, you got far enough away, surrounded yourself with people who love you. You survived. And because you survived, you now had a shot at more than just staying alive. You had a shot now at getting free. But that thing that you learned when you were five was not then and is not now designed to help you be free. It is designed only to help you survive. And, in fact, it keeps you from being free. You need to figure out what this thing is and work your ass off to un-learn it. Because the things we learn to do to survive at all costs are not the things that will help us get FREE. Getting free is a whole different journey altogether.”

Mia McKenzie, creator of Black Girl Dangerous, author of The Summer We Got Free (via etiquette-etc)

i think i gasped a little when i read this because it’s almost word-for-word my therapist’s explanation of why i learned to be anxious as a child (“if your dad might blow up at any minute then your anxiety protects you”) and why it’s not helping me now (“he’s not here anymore”).

(via dorightwoman)

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Mar 30

oh lord

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Mar 29

I think I’ve been on tumblr for too long because I feel like sharing my various, petty, random thoughts

like

why can’t I be one of those chicks who can pull off not wearing a bra?

damn

Mar 26

only your lightning strikes twice in the same place

Mar 24

letting myself be breathed

Mar 19

I asked my friend Darren to draw a portrait of me and this is what happened. I posed and everything.

Mar 13

I have a lot of recent conversations running through my head and I don’t know where most of them came from.

Mar 11

that awkward moment when you want to take a hot iron to your professor’s face

Mar 8

bugsinricepudding:

Conversations I’ve Never Had by martha verschaffel on Flickr.

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Mar 5

1. scalp

The cells that form the top of the head must be different in nature than other types of skin cells. I realize this with your scalp wedged underneath my nails, nestled between my fingers and their ruthless sheaths. Skin cells. Dead skin cells against dead skin cells. My grip is deep, your skull feels small inside my palm but heavy as I power it to the wall. A baritone thud, a sharp clamor in your throat, my fist sighs when I finally let allow the rest of your body to slide down. I bring my fingers to my face. They smell like salt. I examine my hands meticulously, systematically. My little nails are sand dunes adorned with even littler red crowns of your iron fluid. Your blood. Your lids part without a hurry so our gazes can meet. I step into you, one foot on each side. You clutch your head but do not nurse the sting. Your eyes deliver it to me swiftly. It soothes me more.

Mar 4

I wanna sink my teeth into the cosmos on your skin

and dig my nails into the trope on your body

Evince

SILENCE IS THE ENEMY.Tessa 22I like smiling at people and dancing in grocery stores.I <3 Simon the dog.♀♀

indentured mastication

1. scalp

SILENCE IS THE ENEMY.

Tessa
22
I like smiling at people and dancing in grocery stores.
I <3 Simon the dog.
♀♀