Reminder to self: any time a man says this phrase, he is actually worse.
Author: Amberš
this blood bag
My soul is so much tougher than this soft meat sack that carries it.
souls
souls are bigger than bodies
Crush(ing)
You donāt really like me.
You donāt really know me to really like me.
You like a fable.
You like a lie.
You like the version of me that you have built in your head.
But that isnāt me.
Seen
Your eyes, your windows
Your soul peering out & into into mine
And we see
And we are seen
And itās all that any of us truly want.
Scars
Allow me to let kisses fall like rose petals onto where wounds once were.
Let my love glisten like sunlight in gemstones onto your scars, imperfection & humanity.
Lips tender like the wings of a butterfly brushing over your shame with grace.
Thelma & Louise
āHeās no different than any other guy⦠He loves the chase.ā
āI aināt ever broke no law ācept when I broke parole.ā
āI aināt never been lucky! Not one time!ā
Today is the first time that Iāve watched this movie & Iām in love!
For a rainy dayā¦
Favorite Compliments of the week-
āIs your hair just like that? OMG! Your natural curly hair is majestic.ā -Lindsey on Saturday while sneaking vodka into our Jarritos at Dos Vatos Tacos
āHas anyone ever told you that you have a really sexy phone voice?ā -Lee David, random customer on the phone this morning after I helped him with his insurance question
āYou didnāt buy all this!? You made ALL of this art?! It looks so professional; I mean, I guess you are a professional, but, Wow! This is really impressive.ā -Heath, drinking a white claw on my couch the first night I met him
Nudies
Random dude on Snapchat: āCan I get one of your *pics*?šā
Me: ā⦠those come at a cost & I tend to want a piece of you soul in return⦠internet porn is so much cheaper šā
the ache
I could find ointment to heal her body, but her body wasnāt hurting; it was her soul that suffered, and there I could not reach.
Enveloped
I was visiting with my mother at work yesterday. She was finishing her last haircut appointment of the day and so I took my dog to the back for a walk.
About 15 minutes into the haircut, her client popped his head out the back door and said āI think your mother is having an emergency and needs you.ā
My mother was having a stroke.
We loaded into my car and hauled ass to the emergency room. They rushed her straight back for tests and scans & then we hung out for about six hours.
They decided that they needed to transport her to the hospital downtown for an MRI. Due to recent Covid outbreaks, visiting hours stop at 8 PM and so I was unable to go with her.
I am overwhelmed. I am worried. I am helpless.
Iām getting ready to go to the hospital downtown now. I donāt know why i am writing.
Sifting through shells & time
I am in a constant state of change like the tides of the sea.
I am never the same.
I am always the same.
I collect the days like gem colored seashells.
But they live on in the past, and therefore must be released.
Yet still appreciated for the moment that they were mine.
More Waves
I haven’t been writing because the waves have been crashing hard lately.
I haven’t been here in years.
You can tell by the state of my house: my laundry is piling up, my dishes are unwashed, and my trash needs to be taken out, my floors need to be swept, my homework needs to be done, my shower needs to be scrubbed, my sculptures need to be finished, my sheets need to be washed, my nails need to be painted, my legs need to be shaved, and so on and so forth.
I have been obsessing over the toils of capitalism on our humanity and how fucked up our society remains. I have been thinking of my depleting egg count and how picky I am with partners. I am looking for a feeling that I haven’t felt; a type of connection that I don’t even know exists. I have been questioning the meaning of life and what souls are made of and how to “level up”.
I make bad choices because I feel bad; I feel bad because I make bad choices.
Procrastination: a poem by Kristin Hicken Forshee
Procrastination
is a lot like masturbation
It may feel good at the time
but in the end
youāre only screwing yourself.
Tomās Brother Says:
āArt is curiosity and action, and anything worth doing is worth doing poorly rather than not at all.ā