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sugar baby liquid tender fist slit gash knit water blister
suck my shit my toungue loose leaf laundry baby
baby sun hot flower ginger sick sock not pee piss
watch lick on me fuck window linger wreak

oh me, oh my.
my name is nicole
i stalk people
It's all about taking the time.
Chasing after it and the want to see the connections,
the details.
If you want it, you'll get me.

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I think

I think I might have just written one of the most important things that I’ve ever written in my life.
One of the most important.

sometimes music makes me feel like i’m the shiiiiiit, just cause i’m the one listening to it.

wateroceanwavedream

i had this intense dream last night involving water.
ocean waves.
these waves were coming to wash people away and kill them, er something.
a number of people i knew, loved ones, family, people huddled close together in this room with these wooden framed glass windows facing towards the waves. it seemed like the room was placed right beneath some pier.. like the santa monica pier.. er somethin’. but..
everyone gathered in this room.. it kind of felt like a family holiday gathering.
we were together, some stood, some sat. but we were all there, facing towards the ocean.. we watched as each gigantic wave came crashing against the windows, bracing ourselves for the next. hoping, it wasn’t the one that was gonna kill us.
the last thing i remember was.. being surprised at how the glass wasn’t breaking.

fuck.

it warms my freakin heart when i think about someone having to write out or say my name. damn.
kinda just, stops me still, you know.

squish me

my brother told me that if i was a dog, i’d be one that’d have to wear a vest.

Hug Therapy

“Body wrapping” seems to calm and focus some anxious and stressed dogs. Neurobiologists believe that any type of trauma can damage nerve receptors, leading to exaggerated responses to stimuli. By applying constantly maintained pressure, the wrap provides an unchanging, quieting stimulus that causes the receptors to adapt and modify their thresholds in a cumulative manner.

Dog behaviorists have developed a variety of techniques for “wrapping” a dog ranging from T-shirts to elastic bandage wraps. The easiest wrap for a dog owner to try is the Anxiety Wrap — a sturdy, stretchy vest that hugs the torso like a body stocking. The Wrap’s inventor emphasizes that the dog should be introduced to the wrap before anxiety causing situations are present because you don’t want the dog to associate the Wrap with something that causes distress.

The Wrap comes in a variety of sizes and colors. For more information, visit www.anxietywrap.com or call (877) 652-1266.

a tiny dog

left a tiny sprinkle of a poo, right outside the door of my work.

i have to say, it’s a little disturbing for me to watch distracted dog owners drag their dog behind them.. when their dog is trying to take a crap… forced to walk and poo at the same damn time.
.. ..i always.. seem.. to see it in action.

sosososossosos



my brother took me out for lunch one day.. i ended up getting this soup/stew thing.. i didn’t completely know what was in it but he said i should get it.
when we got home and i started to eat.. i found out there was seafood in its..
full crab claws and what not
i didn’t eat the claw.. didn’t want to break it, it was so pretty
i wanted to keep its.. but the meat would rot and mold.. and smell. and
but i did put it in my mouth.. just to know what it’d feel like.
so pretty

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more often than not, when my uterus is bleeding,
i feel like i’m high on some drug.

I love things with a wild passion, extravagantly. I cherish tongs, and scissors; I adore cups, hoops, soup turrents, not to mention of course- the hat. I love all things, not only the grand, but also the infinitely small: the thimble, spurs, dishes, vases. Oh, my soul, the planet is radiant, teeming with pipes in hand, conductors of smoke; with keys, saltshakers, and well, things crafted by the human hand, everything- the curve of a shoe, fabric, the new bloodless birth of gold, the eyeglasses, nails, brooms, watches, compasses, coins, the silken plushness of chairs. Oh humans have constructed a multitude of pure things: objects of wood, crystal, cord, wondrous tables, ships, staircases. I love all things, not because they might be warm or fragrant, but rather because- I don’t know why, because this ocean is yours, and mine: the buttons, the wheels, the little forgotten treasures, the fans of feathery love spreading orange blossoms, the cups, the knives, the shears, everything rests in the handle, the contour, the traces of fingers, of a remote hand lost in the most forgotten regions of the ordinary obscured. I pass through houses, streets, elevators, touching things; I glimpse objects and secretly desire something because it chimes, and something else because, because it is as yielding as gentle hips, something else I adore for its deepwater hue, something else for its velvety depths. Oh irrevocable river of things. People will not say that I only loved fish or plants of the rain forest or meadow, that I only loved things that leap, rise, sigh, and survive. It is not true: many things gave me completeness. They did not only touch me. My hand did not merely touch them, but rather, they befriended my existence in such a way that with me, they indeed existed, and they were for me so full of life, and they lived with me half-alive, and they will die with me half-dead.

Pablo Neruda

(via chemicular)

it is truly wonderful to find existing text that explains the things that i have felt or thought. i feel one with these words, as i’m sure many others do too. i guess that’s one of the beauties of books, of authors, of writers… of artists…of people, really… be it music, words, pictures, paintings, etc… they put out their emotions.. this honest thing… they share.. and it lays out the opportunity for another being to feel connected.

(Source: spinals, via tremulously-deactivated20120727)

theastonishingpost:

Broccoli House







been eating lots of broccoli. for reals.
autonomous bbbbbabbbbbblllllleeeeeeeetalk

sssst roking a thhhh ro at
& a mmmmot h at
annnn un go d l y hou r.

i’d love to live in a place like this. a dream place.
I don’t just want your heart. I want your flesh, your skin and blood and bones, your voice, your thoughts, your pulse and most of all your fingerprints, everywhere.
— Isobel Thrilling

(via aberracao)


i wish i was lying on that roof.
i want to feed him animal crackers and little packets of vanilla pudding.
i want to hand him croissant rolls, that he won’t eat. not even a little.
i want to ask him what you thinkin boy? and listen to him talk for the next 45 minutes about how nasty human hair is.
i want to pat his belly and watch him get all self conscious of his boyish figure.. where i’ll then reassure him it’s nothing to be ashamed about.

oh smitten kitten, no, i’ll sstand with you. i’ll stand too.
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