Metal/Money/Sex/Death

I don't want to be a product of my environment, I want my environment to be a product of me.
  • The US Government: We're not going to make it federally mandatory for people to get paid a wage they can actually live off of
  • The US Government: If people want to make a living, they'll just have to work 16+ hours a day
  • The US Government: And if their kids end up disenfranchised because of a lack of parental involvement, well that's not our problem
  • The US Government: In fact, what is our problem is creating a system that will funnel these disenfranchised youth into our prison system so they can work for corporations (that promise us money) for damn near free
  • The US Government: If they don't want to fall victim to this system, then they can seek higher education
  • The US Government: Except such an education will be inaccessible to most disenfranchised people and skewed in favor of the financially stable and white people
  • The US Government: And we're not going to make intervention programs like sex education and conflict resolution federally mandatory, because that's the parent's job
  • The US Government: The parent who is working 16 hours a day

I don’t want your mind, or the chaos inside it. I don’t want your hand, your compliments, or your thoughts on these bustling streets; your opinions, your ex-lovers’ anguishes, I just want your body. I want your hair in fistfuls, and your flesh against mine. I want your flickering eyes, your open mouth, your unrestrained squeals, unspoken beckons, your tongue flossed hisses and your submissive kisses. I want your unrestrained movements, your complete devotion to the moment I release you from all these tainted flecks that reside in your pretty little mind. I don’t want your definition of love, I want to use you, and I want you to use me too. Darling, I don’t want to hear you say a word. Our bodies will always have more interesting things to say when you simply succumb to these instinctual earnings. Lie down; you will see, and thank me after.

—(via reykogast)

Even after you left -
I still slept on my side of the bed
In hopes that one morning
I’d open my eyes
And find you back on yours.

1/12/13
My doctor said I was introvert.
My friends say I am hilarious
My father, calls me his best boy and my mother her angel
My best friends say they care
3/21/13
my doctor says I am depressed
My friends say I seem more tired, but never ask what is wrong
My father calls me difficult and my mom a disappointment
My best friends struggle to pretend they care
1/5/14
My therapist says I have a lot of pent up anger
I don’t see my friends much anymore
My parents refer to me as an accident and they ignore me when I’m home
I forget what my best friend’s voices sound like
4/11/14
I have discontinued therapy
Even my doctor says there isn’t much hope for me
My family forgets my name sometimes
And I haven’t had a friend in months
4/13/14
I’m writing this on the bridge
My god it is lonely up here
But it is lonely everywhere
And I have no one to say goodbye to.

Your lips don’t taste like
the jagged tunes of an indie rock album
They are the soft songs I play on repeat
on the days nothing goes right
Your body does not
mold to me like tingly wet sand
on my feet
You fit me like my favorite dress
making me feel
sexy, independent, free
Your words are not my cup of tea
They are shots of whiskey
downing me in a sea of warmth
blurring my vision
until the only thing I see
is the future
with you and me

—You are someone new (via lnkedwords)