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some people can put the truth in their mouths,
but it doesn't fit in mine.

the truth is far too small and strange;
it slips out through the cracks in my smile,
leaks between my teeth
and gets away.

some people can put the truth in their mouths,
to give to other people when they speak or sing or slip
kisses from one set of lips to another.

i'd give many things to be able to offer the truth to somebody,
so small and strange but simple and strong
in ways i cannot say.

some people can fit the truth in their mouths,
but it doesn't fit in mine.

spoiled fucking cunt/goddamn enough

so here's the thing:

i have an extremely small personal bubble and a very short window within which intrusion into this bubble can be accepted.

and there are days when i feel like i ought to feel bad about it or work on it or something,

but then there are days when someone who is supposed to know me and get me completely disrespects the fact that i experience this anxiety and struggle with it on a daily basis and i just never want to have to come in physical contact with anyone ever again unless it's to punch that person in the face. 

long story short:

if i'm supposed to put up with your fucking issues, collected ~*~ESPECIALLY 4 U~*~ because you're a special fucking unicorn princess whose problems matter more than mine -

fuck it, don't even finish that thought. 

just fuck off. 

rb 21

no homo, but i thought that i
could tell you that i love you and why
i'm glad to know you.

i'm not always there when i should be;
i don't know how to let you see
what i am trying to show you -

i love you more than words can say,
and time can't make that go away,
i think this every day:

 i'm so glad you're here.

happy birthday, i love you,
and i'm so proud of you,

no homo,
but i thought you should know.

here's to 21,
let's get fucked,
let's have fun.