small town heart.

How to Drive a Girl Wild in Bed:



1. Kiss her mouth, click your teeth together to the rhythm of a train wreck. 

2. Clip off your fingernails, force feed them into the skin of her thighs. 

3. When she swallows her tongue, replace it with yours. 

4. Snap her toothpick spine, roll her over, use her to clean out the parts of you worth hating.

5. When you’re done with her, machine wash in cold water, lay out to dry. 

- 08.04.14

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So pretty, so smart
Such a waste of a young heart

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"I take myself out to dinner and do not look at my phone once. I do not call a friend up and ask them to join me. I listen attentively to the conversation in my head. I walk with myself to the library. Read novels, magazines, dusty collections of poetry. Browse zines online and buy a stack of ones that catch my interest. I close my eyes in bed and put my hands in-between my thighs. Know when to go faster, when to slow down, when to speed it up. I moan without shame. I make myself coffee, sip it languorously on my balcony, let my bare shoulders be warmed by the sun and ignore my neighbor’s sideways looks. I put on lipstick on the days I am not leaving the house. Walk around confidently, wearing only underwear and carelessness. Shake my limbs to the busting beat of a song and do not worry about my arms going one way and my legs another. I bite down hard on “monogamy.” Swish it around in my mouth, run my tongue over its bumps and curves, and then spit it out. I bleed on scraps of paper. Let my thoughts out. Listen to them more intently than any person could. I see all parts of me and do not blush. I do not look away. I do not try to run. I stare deeper. Force myself to keep eye contact. Accept all that is inside of me. Make my apologies. I bend my hands in forgiveness. I rise, dripping in the blood of past and future guilt and say, it is okay. All of you. All of me. It is okay."

In A Committed Relationship With Myself | Lora Mathis 
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"Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm."

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"Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in the car to all the songs you listened to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good."

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Waiting for this very moment

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