boxes within boxes
I am drawing lines in the sand,
trying to make sense of the ocean.
I use an oak leaf as a map,
and it leads me to the veins in his arm.
But what do roads tell you
about the destination?
Floating, he said he likes to float;
does that mean lily pads in a Monet
beads of sweat…
I hate how concerned my mom is. But she doesn’t say one fucking thing about my breakup. Why? because she’s a bitch. Don’t fucking be sympathetic to me and not talk to me about the one thing that is hurting me the most because you’re happy it fucking happened.
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I’ve thrown up twice this week. I need to stop. I want to throw up right now actually. Oh self destructive ways, why must you plague me?
The smart and funny writer Nathan Rabin coined the term ‘Manic Pixie Dream Girl’…This girl can’t be pinned down and may or may not show up when you make concrete plans. She wears gauzy bouses and braids. She decides to dance in the rain and weeps uncontrollably if she sees a sign for a missing dog or cat. She spins a globe, places her finger on a random spot, and descides to move there. This ethereal weirdo abounds in movies, but nowhere else. If she were from real life, people would think she was a homeless woman and would cross the street to avoid her, but she is essential to the male fantasy that even if a guy is boring, he deserves a woman who will find him fascinating and pull him out of himself by forcing him to go skinny-dipping in a stranger’s pool.
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