#life story
Knowing that my history of trauma has main character energy makes me feel better about it tbh
Be my skin,
be my bones.
Be the only thing I ever did know.
Part of a work in progress
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by Tennessee Williams
After you’ve been to bed together for the first time,
without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance,
the other party very often says to you,
Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you,
what’s your story? And you think maybe they really and truly do
sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up
a cigarette and begin to tell it to them, the two of you
lying together in completely relaxed positions
like a pair of rag dolls a bored child dropped on a bed.
You tell them your story, or as much of your story
as time or a fair degree of prudence allows, and they say,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, until the oh
is just an audible breath, and then of course
there’s some interruption. Slow room service comes up
with a bowl of melting ice cubes, or one of you rises to pee
and gaze at himself with the mild astonishment in the bathroom mirror.
And then, the first thing you know, before you’ve had time
to pick up where you left off with your enthralling life story,
they’re telling you their life story, exactly as they’d intended to all along,
and you’re saying, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, the vowel at last becoming
no more than an audible sigh,
as the elevator, halfway down the corridor and a turn to the left,
draws one last, long, deep breath of exhaustion
and stops breathing forever. Then?
Well, one of you falls asleep
and the other one does likewise with a lighted cigarette in his mouth,
and that’s how people burn to death in hotel rooms.
You tried to kiss me and I pushed you away. You don’t get to toy with my heart anymore.
MK Ireland 261 : over
Be on fire about life.
MK Ireland #254 : passionfruit
One day, even my deepest scars will be healed.
MK Ireland #251 : clean
I hate bullies. I know from first hand experience the effect being bullied has on a person. In both elementary and in middle school I was bullied for my weight (im obese), for my height (im a tall person), for my confusion of my sexual preference at the time (i eventually found out that im bi), and for being ugly (im not the prettiest but im sure as hell not ugly. Infact I’d say that i’m pinch your cheeks cute. They were probably jelly:P). In my elementary years into my middle school years, because of the everyday torture I faced, I myself started to follow the very path of the bully. Luckily I had 2 very good friends that not only showed me what I was doing, but gave me a taste of my own medicine. For that I thank them for making sure I didnt follow that path any further. One of them became my best friend and eventually the very same girlfriend that I have and love today. The other im not sure what happened, they probably moved from this shit city im in. Any ways I brought this up becuase I got tired of all shit this one kid in my class is getting from these two assholes. For most of the year this has been happening and just know i got tired of it and reported both of them for the inappropriate and inexcusable acts they’ve done to him. Quite honestly I don’t give a shit about all three of them i just want the act of the bullying to stop. No one deserves that. No matter what.
Hey kids, you wanna hear my story?
l photo: Jord Hammond,Indonesia
What title would you give this chapter in your life ?
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