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MarbleAndHoney
I'm fuelled by filth, shame and avocados.
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Hella
• 38 reads

Stop Stealing

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You're the pixels of my dreams

Prince charming

She sighs into Skype

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Let her do that clean up work

Diplomatic duties

Worry about your whereabouts

Why her charms aren't working

Why digital pussy dont keep you put

.

Don't you know how many bytes

She's consumed, of you,

How many gigs she's browsed

Looking for trails of your nuts

Squirrelly girl insecure

.

Her hell is my fun

Emotional maso on tap

Choose me now

Go away

Don't get close

Let me hang

And choke

.

Never satisfies

The buzz goes fast

But I remind myself

Drag it out

The fool keeps

one in her heart

The one who knows

Keeps a few

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Hella
• 47 reads

Nameless and Swimming

It's easier to be nameless, to not be a specific thing to anyone. It allows one to disappear within the very non defined nature of a not-thing. One doesn't have to follow prescribed rules of normal engagement, one doesnt need to bare the soul or open the heart because there is no obligation defined by role.

One can choose freely and clearly where one wants to be. Frightening sometimes to be without a safety net of naming. There is power in names and there are expectations. To walk away from naming is to let all the power in naming be null and void.

Awkward and difficult to navigate sometimes. Frequently or usually, some might argue, but it is really dealing with one's own insecurities and doubt, letting the woobie of expectation go. My safety blanket burns while i struggle to keep my head afloat some days.

I'm becoming a mighty strong swimmer though longer and longer I can hold my breath, walk away from the firm foundation of the shore and the sure. I like the struggle and i like examining my doubt, and finding that extra store of breath when i was certain that water was too deep.

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Hella
• 64 reads

Homewrecking: An Homage

i dont belong to anyone

The myth is they are sad lonely women, just waiting to prey on poor unsuspecting faithful men. Can't get their own, have to steal, homewrecking harlot. Trollop, hussy, bad girl.

Like these men are innocent. As long as there is a roamer with a hard on, we will exist. We dont want happily ever after. We don't want the kind of love yall have, that long term warts and all. No, thank you.

We want the best parts, the juicy parts. Parts you see but have to temper with the smelly shoes and shitty attitudes. You get those because obligation. We are choice.

Slam on the easy side piece. We don't give two shits. Not like we are gonna stop. Not like it means anything to whatever your man says to me.

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Hella
• 46 reads

These Girls Should Come With Warning Labels

* Lamentations

Woe is me is ode to me

I beg, i plead, i cry invisible wolf

My tragedy is your new baggage

Manifested twice the size

These tears, they fall

Down my lovely face

Come let me drown you

In a sea of my own making

victim me, sad me, lonely me

*Adorations

How they are wise and fine

The apple of mine eye

Whispers and withers

I sing your odes

On my own belljar

Sea glass never cuts

but mine ass will

love me like i love

or woe is you

*Aspirations

Houses and futures

i dream of collars and rings

yes, Sir forevers but

i've already enshrined you

In my golden tower

imaginary you

will never leave

odes for days

and no more play

*Proclamations

The insecure or maybe

The imaginative

Descartes implied

i am we are because

Mountain tops, we scream

banners high, hearts held tight

dont take flight

stay and love me

I protesteth too much

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Randombunny in Fiction
• 83 reads

Mirrors

Cold marble under my hands, the reflection of a person I don't remember on the wall. I've looked so hard, for a part of me I thought you'd like. Something you could want.

But all I ever found was bigger tits, smaller waists, new faces, empty eyes, and the thrill of a chase I don't give.

Not even good enough to chain up, devoted enough to stay with no bindings, alone, in a bathtub long gone cold, waiting until you tire of the chase, and long for the meager pleasure I will always willingly give.

Never my name that falls from your lips, never my flesh underneath yours, never any demands on me, never commanded to strip and serve. I can hear you, and the newest faceless girl, one room and over, while I wither and wrinkle, alone, and envy the strangers you desire.

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Randombunny in Journal
• 86 reads

Blondes, they have more fun.

It seems like all my existential crises are about my hair.

Or at least reflected by it.

Which is probably not healthy. I shouldn't rebel against long gone voices and the damage they did, thumbing my nose at people I no longer have to please.

What if...

What if my hair was just...hair.

What would that feel like? To not have to hate it or change it or mold it or fix it to fit some random ideal of beauty I'll never fit anyway? What if it was just there? What if it just was? If I didn't have to dye it every two months, and worry about finding the money to get it cut, not finding it and cutting it myself? What if I just learned that it was ok, to be however it is? Mousy brown and weirdly waved, is that ok? Can I do that? Can I leave it alone and learn to just love it, to love me, without fixing anything for anyone, including myself? Can I just be enough?

Just as I am, without alteration, with the understanding that I am not intended to fit an ideal. I do not have to be pleasing to anyone's eyes but my own. I don't have to be blonde. I don't have to be thin. I don't have to be anything.

Maybe being me is enough. Maybe it isn't. But I'll take it one step at a time, and the first step, I think, is literally getting back to my roots.

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Randombunny in Romance & Erotica
• 156 reads

Dusty leather and polished pearls.

She knew from the start this wouldn't end in happily ever after. He looked like trouble, from the first glance, all leather and denim. Good boys didn't dress like that, didn't move like that, damn sure didn't talk like that.

He pushed past her Southern belle exterior, past the pearls and polite yes Sir's, pushed down into the parts that made her wild, underneath that petticoat. Touched all the parts she pretended not to have.

Before the dust could settle under his well worn boots, he was gone. Leaving the imprint of his calloused hands on the soft white parts of her that never saw daylight. Leaving her wanting more, and vowing from then on, to only date Yankees in polo shirts.

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Randombunny in Romance & Erotica
• 98 reads

And so she writes.

They met there, between the pages of books, both written and unwritten.

Intertwining themselves with words and thoughts. His hands were calloused, but his touch was soft. His words were harsher than hers, but more beautiful. He smelled like the inside of her favorite book, and motorcycles. She was smaller than he'd expected and she laughed when he said so.

"Are you going to hurt me?" She asked.

"Yes." He said, as if that was enough explanation.

He patted the back of his bike."Let's go, we don't have forever."

And they rode off, to wander in and out of books, until the words ran out.

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Hella
• 259 reads

Fuck you, fat girls

I'm a judgmental fat girl. I look at those of you that are soft and sweet and i judge you for not being tougher, harder, more likely to take what you're given and throw it back or atleast have the skin to not let it in.

I judge you for your soft skirts, flowery dresses, and cute heels. I judge you for soft makeup and not having an acid tongue. I'm less than understanding when your feelings are hurt, when you cry because someone called you fat.

I judge the way some of you body positive it the fuck to death. Real women have curves, real women do this. You have to sing my praises and find me beautiful fat girls, demanding what isn't theirs, taking what they shouldn't, fat forcing themselves where they are better off not.

I see your forced positivity and i fucking hate it. I hate the way you judge back and I fully know i'm a cunt for doing it when i did it for so long. Pulling down shirts to feel better, i still do. Hiding from pictures. Knowing some will always think you're stupid because ass big, tummy chubby, thighs thunder.

I judge you for not being smarter, for playing dumb and weak, let that stereotype fucking die already. Yeah we all have issues but this, all of this, myself included, makes my soft next to unreachable. Not because i hate myself, not because i love myself, but because i hate what we do to ourselves.

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Hella in Romance & Erotica
• 90 reads

HFD, You Ain’t Even My Daddy

"Daddy, please no."

Sweet and manipulating

Coloring and cloying

Wait, i'm lying

Hot and heavy,

hard and fast

Fuck the nice girl play

Skip the nice daddy bullshit

Let's play stepdaddy

And bad girl

Struggle and fight

Hurt and pain

Fuck you, you aint even my daddy

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