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martian-girl
martian-girl
27 desert resident. hot mess. / / © Kaitlyn Anderson
recovery is hard existing is really hard the fact anyone does it at all it's a miracle but existence is resistance it is resistance to nonexistence which can actually be incredibly easy backsliding into old habits is easy old habits may die hard but at least they can die (hard) recovery is hard it is not linear you do not follow a timeline it is not first you do this and then you do that and now it's all better kiss kiss! goodbye bad days! recovery is "today is a good day and i know bad days" recovery is "today is a bad day but i've seen so many of those that i know how to navigate it" recovery is "you have reached your destination" recovery is "but my destination is actually three blocks up from here sorry can you take me three more blocks?" recovery is "oh no its okay i can walk from here" recovery is "yes, i'm sure"
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
yes, i'm sure.
emotional girl emotional violence death valley dream date.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
haiku-emotion.
still and early and it's not yet light out you pull me close and it's like an attempt to absorb me all at once and i wouldn't mind if you did but according to science we have never actually touched our sweat beads together and mixes and that's the closest we'll ever get or else we will destroy the universe.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
atomic.
a constant state of adjustment transformation revision. i'm dizzy and i wanna get off.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
anxiety poem VII.
a gross habit i don't think i'll ever break picking at my scabs. when i was younger my mom would get after me but i never listened. and now here i am 23 years old still pick, pick, picking away. a cycle. like a phoenix sort of. i guess. new life in new skin death when i peel it back. repeat, repeat, repeat.
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
picking scabs.
biting my bottom lip until it's chapped peeling at the skin i'm on fire but im freezing my body is calm but my brain is out back running laps collapsing in the dirt.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
anxiety poem VI.
if you're uninspired write about being uninspired if you're uninspired open a dictionary and write about the first word you see like this okay set'tle verb to put in order;to set to rights; to establish in place;to calm or quiet calm or quiet i don't know what that means i'm neither calm nor quiet even my body language screams at you even when i sleep, i'm told i snore.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
settle.
i never finish anything i never finish what i start i never finish a god **** thing i ne
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
unfinished.
it's strange how certain smells can trigger a very distinct memory. or how at one time, you enjoyed the smell of something, but now it reminds you of someone and it makes your stomach turn. was what sweet is now rotten. but then there are things that, to most, smell rotten, but no. not to me. cigarette smoke, for example, reminds me of my mom. living far apart from her, i miss the scent of camel blue 99s in my hair. oftentimes, i'm tempted to buy a pack just for the reminder, but she'd **** me faster than any cancer could. and anyway, i prefer newports.
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
a poem about scent memory.
smooth and sweet you're making me crazy. i want sticky kisses that stay with me for so long that i remember the taste several years later.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
butter and honey.