chelseahodson:

Inventory #622: Bronze eyeshadow palette
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REGARDING ACCESSIBILITY
Clean like evidence, sealed off like a crime scene, I’d like to be a court document—available by request. I will pour myself into boxes, I will be released. Some day. 

chelseahodson:

Inventory #622: Bronze eyeshadow palette

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REGARDING ACCESSIBILITY

Clean like evidence, sealed off like a crime scene, I’d like to be a court document—available by request. I will pour myself into boxes, I will be released. Some day. 

altlitgossip:

Juliet Escoria writes about marriage and psychiatry for Hobart:
read the full article here
In California, there were dozens of psychiatrists within a couple miles from me. I could have my pick. I went with mine because I didn’t hate her based on the photo on her website. I ended up liking her because when I told her I was having anxiety, she showed me some breathing exercises rather than handing me another prescription.
When it comes time for me to find a psychiatrist in Beckley, I Google “psychiatrist Beckley.” Scott’s psychiatrist comes up. The internet says he sees 60 patients a day.
I now understand what the fuck is wrong with Scott’s doctor.
There are a couple other clinics in Beckley. Their numbers are worse.

altlitgossip:

Juliet Escoria writes about marriage and psychiatry for Hobart:

read the full article here

In California, there were dozens of psychiatrists within a couple miles from me. I could have my pick. I went with mine because I didn’t hate her based on the photo on her website. I ended up liking her because when I told her I was having anxiety, she showed me some breathing exercises rather than handing me another prescription.

When it comes time for me to find a psychiatrist in Beckley, I Google “psychiatrist Beckley.” Scott’s psychiatrist comes up. The internet says he sees 60 patients a day.

I now understand what the fuck is wrong with Scott’s doctor.

There are a couple other clinics in Beckley. Their numbers are worse.

Nothing Works ]

altlitgossip:

When hungry, she fingers her open mouth and moans. I try to think of restaurants.

She snatches up a photograph slotted behind her jewelry box and pulls me to the bed. Her and I look at a picture of a girl and a boy drinking beer on a hill. She says she loved picnics with her brother. She says he brought beer, weed, and a CD player. We

altlitgossip:

a friend of mine recently passed away, I’ve been thinking about death a lot lately

this is a poem about death, and how I don’t want to believe in it

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No one can stop you from dreaming, although dreams change perpetually. Full of half starts, and unexpected endings—cruelties and pleasures—human faces and inhuman shapes. Your dreams may change with every glance, but they will never end.

You will dream and dream and dream like the Mississippi river, for 20,000 years and longer. There is nothing cold enough to freeze them. They carve out canyons and flood miles of land. They will not be contained. The rivulets will run, the drops with gather. They scurry even over mountains.

You will dream like the earth itself—spinning in circles. There is no destruction strong enough to cancel their orbit. They are too large, and too fast. 

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