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Its been a rough week..
Trying to stitch up wounds that wont stay closed
Trying to resist falling back into negative behavior just to feel at peace for a minute
Wondering if I represented myself fairly and honestly
Trying to figure out if the reality I perceived was smoke and mirrors
Hoping ill never repeat myself, my mistakes, or my actions
Pushing thoughts of safety, comfort and a shared future far from my mind
Resisting the urge to talk everything to death
Getting used to new ideas and patterns
Succumbing to the fear that everything I thought was wrong
Trying to be open to love and friendly faces
Trying to write my new mantra
Trying to care for myself
Trying to remember that at least one of us got what they wanted

At least im trying

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Timo Ketola

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Timo Ketola

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Baphomet by J.F.C. Fuller.

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Baphomet by J.F.C. Fuller.

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Santiago Caruso

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Santiago Caruso

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Daughters of Bastards handmade chainmaille and leather vest. “Crows fly at dusk” line 2014 created by Katie Sandberg
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Daughters of Bastards handmade chainmaille and leather vest. “Crows fly at dusk” line 2014 created by Katie Sandberg

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Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the livingroom couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
of expectation. Relax. Don’t bother remembering
any of it. Let’s stop here, under the lit sign
on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.

— Dorianne Laux, “Antilamentation” (via words-in-lines)

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Weak beer and strong words at the pool…recovering from playing smash em up on the freeway :(

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