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Sunday, August 3, 2014
and i will stay, and i am going to lie down beside you and be good for you.
“Today darling I am rising
from the lavender bathtub
of self-loathing. I don’t take drugs
to shut up I take off
my pants when I get home
and I stay there, red cup full
of cigarettes from heaven, ghosts
of all my friends between my toes.
I imagine them pouring vodka all over
each other wearing glitter.
The vision is closing in like a tight dress.”
i'm sick of this
missing marieke and her nimble plaiting hands
this blog is half diary, half confessional prose...a way to document my mind and what the term ‘recovery’ looks like to me. formerly ‘the little blog of happiness’ ♥
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