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Twisting my stomach into knots.
And when I dig my teeth into my knees, my weary spine bends and breaks; tanglements of fractured weathered glass that I pretend is a made up camera in my mind, turns out to be just a bunch of light on… more →
a lack of color.
Twisting my stomach into knots.
carissa kerpen wrote 12 months ago: And when I dig my teeth into my knees, my weary spine bends and breaks; tanglements of fractured wea … more →
lessons
carissa kerpen wrote 1 year ago: I am learning: that I am desperatley wide-eyed and terribly conscious, that one shouldn’t ho … more →
Hemingway.
carissa kerpen wrote 1 year ago: “charlie, there is no future in anything. i hope you agree. that is why i like it at war. ever … more →
burning.
carissa kerpen wrote 1 year ago: october 14th: today was particularly beautiful out; the trees are on fire, and the air smells like a … more →
life is short, but sweet for certain.
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carissa kerpen wrote 1 year ago: When all else fails, paint you’re the sky. When all else fails, wash your hands and let the dirt fro … more →
I would rather be stuck up in a tree, then tied to it.
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carissa kerpen wrote 1 year ago: What makes you stop to think? Is it that silence when a song has ended, and the other one is just on … more →
