tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38006800120446804472024-02-02T17:30:59.487-05:00he then added his sister, with teeth.christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.comBlogger984125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-69339114458173127362013-06-30T04:33:00.001-04:002013-07-01T00:30:56.859-04:00christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-4866671440289193302013-06-30T03:22:00.001-04:002013-06-30T03:22:50.515-04:00It's time to go honeydo you want to smoke a cigarette? do you want to smoke a hundred? your face brushes my cheek and then you remember..<div><br></div><div>if i had a fake ten dollar bill for every time you've interrupted my thoughts at the wrong time..</div><div><br></div><div>if i built you a time machine would you get in it with me?</div><div><br></div><div>if i told you i am feeling better and taking my medication would you forget the tantrum i threw in your bed?</div><div><br></div><div>this is for you and only you, call it your own personal word vomit </div><div>and if you can make any sense of it, you're doing better than me...</div>christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-36126347214941934212013-06-30T03:09:00.001-04:002013-06-30T03:09:00.490-04:00<p style="text-align: justify; "></p><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">If I could get the fire out from the wire</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I’d share a life and I’d share a life</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">If I could take the fire out from the wire</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I’d share a life and I’d share a life</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">If I could take the fire out from the wire</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I’d take you where nobody knows you and</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Nobody gives a damn</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I said nobody knows you and</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Nobody gives a damn</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify; "></p><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And I could take another hit for you</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And I could take another trip for you</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And I could take away the salt from you</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Take away the skin and salt in you</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And I could take away your shaky knees</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">So give me your eyes </span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I need sunshine</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><i>-Sunset Rubdown</i></span></div><p></p>christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-32220461659779883992013-06-30T01:38:00.001-04:002013-06-30T01:38:48.426-04:00i am going to post a lot tonight <div>because i have a lot in my head </div><div>a boy said i have a lot of the internet</div><div>i share too much it's true</div><div>but what's a lonely girl to do</div><div>stop trying to rhyme you stupid bitch</div><div>and try to wrap your head around what happened tonight </div>christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-33530887517514280152013-06-21T00:02:00.001-04:002013-06-21T00:02:11.747-04:00<i>a wolf in the darkness, why do you linger so...</i>christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-6466666278647680892013-06-20T21:10:00.001-04:002013-06-20T21:10:09.233-04:00<h1 class="buzz_superlist_item_header" style="margin: 5px 0px; padding: 5px 0px 10px 30px; border: 0px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"A blue whale’s heart is so big that a small child can swim through its veins."</span></h1><div class="sub_buzz_content " style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; position: relative; font-family: ProximaNova, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><a rel="external" href="http://s3-ec.buzzfed.com/static/enhanced/webdr06/2013/6/18/14/enhanced-buzz-17179-1371581740-15.jpg" data-action="post" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 14px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 119, 238); text-decoration: none; "></a></div>christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-84268713072418909882013-06-19T07:25:00.001-04:002013-06-19T07:25:48.875-04:00it's hereskim milk blooms flowers at the surface of my second coffee today. i haven't slept yet. i haven't slept for the past two nights. my mind simply will not rest. every minute i feel the riptide that's a manic episode pulling me a little further under the surface, deeper into my own distorted reality. i should have seen it coming sooner. maybe i did i just don't remember. or i just didn't care. maybe i secretly wanted back on the ride. even knowing i'd be sick into a trash can surrounded by flies in the end. <div><br></div><div>i would try to write more, to help me understand. but it's hard to form even a complete sentence in my head.</div><div><br></div><div>it's selfish, it is. i have the help i need but the pills make you fat and they put you outside the bubble that is the world that is still moving on without you.</div><div><br></div>christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-66738790803419265912013-06-18T04:41:00.001-04:002013-06-18T04:41:30.807-04:00traced over your words like braille cupped the commas in my hands parenthesis stuck to the roof of my mouth christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-18895720727875129232013-06-15T20:09:00.001-04:002013-06-15T20:11:09.711-04:00seven monthssometimes stephen will disappear for awhile and when he comes back he has a drawing of me and ink on his fingers, always promising "the next one will be better" but i can only wish to look like one of his doodles, so around my room i hang his little renditions with a pang of jealousy because i want to be one of these two dimensional versions of me , still, crisp and quiet and maybe even something that i don't mind looking at <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxl8K6h20eZkCYHL5zln6RWGUuekbDyODl7gzC6iw-RW2-XLYcLLiLnbR1qUQ1QmwDc7kVkJxVM4Poc0hrTVjpD72ITVS5UvUt5TANWIcJvQWXnMEfuPNyGbDBUrmlC_-tkKbEMpUdtkS/s640/blogger-image--1983375488.jpg" 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angel, God I thank you,<br>my atheism becoming ungrateful.<br>wait boo...<br>is the feeling mutual?<br>or am I wasting time? that feeling is usual.<br>beautiful depression, dark rooms I rest in,<br>with thoughts of you, i'm doomed to erections.<br>you guessed right...<br>my sex life is my next wife,<br>I drink milk and can't help to think of breasts, yikes!<br>it's a been awhile...<br>hate to see her with bended smiles,<br>her innocence is my inner child.<br>wildlife? then howl twice.<br>let's prowl...<br>through the nights like owls.<br>had dreams of being her tattoos,<br>either a mistake or that rules...<br>that dude with his heart on his sleeve,<br>hardly loves, he just wants a girl to take his shirt off.<br>i rather keep mines in my chest...<br>so if we do undress,<br>you feel the heart in effect.<br>i'm reckless with my emotions,<br>it's pouring out like a sink that's broken.<br>an open book, please close him...<br>i'm ready for film now,<br>a romantic comedy...<br>can't wait til it comes out.<br><br>By: Kevin Roberts<br>Twitter: @WolfmanKev<br></span><br style="color: rgb(61, 65, 65); font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeueRoman, HelveticaNeue-Roman, 'Helvetica Neue Roman', TeXGyreHerosRegular, Helvetica, Tahoma, Geneva, Arial, sans-serif; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-79674520708553948502013-06-09T13:56:00.001-04:002013-06-09T13:56:42.652-04:00i didn't miss you until i tried to write again, grandma is singing hymns in the kitchen, i've seen far too much of this joke they call daytime, i'm a vampire i'm a vampirechristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-58383023976281594902013-06-09T13:09:00.001-04:002013-06-09T13:09:30.561-04:00i haven't slept for two days and i when i stand up the sounds around me grow fur.christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-884241908057420682013-06-08T22:10:00.001-04:002013-06-08T22:10:32.455-04:00raphael you know just how to take me in the swimming pool / like a child being baptized beneath a starry sky we lie / drowning in your watery thighs / luscious eyes <b>cocorosie</b>christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-53069486217208296802013-06-08T01:16:00.001-04:002013-06-08T01:16:53.166-04:00"combustible"backspace <div>backspace</div><div>back and forth</div><div><br></div><div>spontaneous combustion </div><div><br></div><div>fight or flight </div><div>flee</div><div>because fire usually wins </div><div><br></div><div>i need a lighter</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div></div>christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-6296747176696963452013-06-08T00:12:00.001-04:002013-06-08T00:12:36.747-04:00cliches, pet names, and the thrill of the chasechristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-66176201283962395552013-06-07T22:16:00.001-04:002013-06-07T22:16:42.461-04:00i have words in my head but it feels like they're behind a dam and it's making my bones feel too big for my body<div><br></div><div>does anyone still read this?</div><div>is anyone there? hello hello?</div><div>leave a comment with a word or phrase and i will try write to about it.</div><div>because i am very unoriginal and need</div><div>my hand held through most things.</div><div>i know i've said that before but i'm lazy and bad at commitment.</div><div><br></div><div>i'll tell you about my day if you'll listen</div><div>"does clorox make your insides glisten?"</div><div>no.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-41286083273207725012013-06-07T21:05:00.001-04:002013-06-07T21:05:53.592-04:00you're a pox on this town, a cold sore hidden with chanel lipstick worn by these suburban wives you're always surrounded by <div><br></div><div>"you're house is the most ghetto on the block"<div><br></div></div>christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-72163593907512422702013-06-04T01:11:00.001-04:002013-06-04T01:11:52.260-04:00i snuck a couple extra for good measure and to keep me awake until inappropriate hours visiting lines and sonnet by a boy who is thought to be long forgotten and i will have to tell you that he is to sneak into your bed at night only to find you sweating out fine wine and spirits and opiate antagonists the sunlight is harsh there but your breathing is even and i fold into myself then a rat appears in your kitchen skip the fast paced song for "i just had to die" and heave your being into the closest porcelain toilet bowl the people i am closest to lie about their age when i first meet them and i have been the same age since my dad was put into the ground and every year that i can't drive myself to lay out flowers or down the street to buy cigarettes that you work so i can smoke do i have the same genes will that infliction come for me<div>i'm not asleep yet am i keeping you</div><div>up</div><div>i have to turn around and pull myself back around </div><div>where was i</div><div>in your bed in your mouth in a crumpled ball behind the couch </div><div>did i ever tell you that the women my dad took to be my new mother spit in my face when i was little and every time i see your taillights i'm wiping my preteen hand across my face over and over </div><div>are you still sleeping or have i disturbed you </div><div>i am afraid to stop because i am afraid what will come after i tell you to read this and i ask you what time it is in alaska and tell you that my phone won't capitalize i's anymore from pawing at your phone from four hours apart </div><div>when you lose yourself in a fairytale in the middle of the night is it still considered a daydream? a silver tooth keeps time around my neck and the ghosts are at it again</div>christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-85111250801365597502013-06-03T22:39:00.001-04:002013-06-03T22:39:09.661-04:00i forgot the information to sign into the new blog i made<br />
all signs point to staying herechristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-57745076643443740472013-03-13T23:04:00.002-04:002013-03-13T23:04:27.112-04:00Hey everyone.I moved my blog to sisterwithteeth.blogspot.com<br />
-Christinachristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-26144588874179984802012-10-16T03:31:00.001-04:002012-10-16T03:31:40.129-04:00it's a very small movement your head has to make but big enough to make the hair on your arms that's so unattractive stand up like soldiers at attention who will never come home then down they go again and down your throat that taste that makes it easier to scribble or take a cock<br />
<br />
what is this that is all so vile like silk worms in my brain turned black like the hair on my head my grandma doesn't believe is mine my mother is filipino what other color should it be <br />
<br />
someone call a priest who can exorcise this thing from me someone call the hospital check if they have a bed that's freechristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-91968526228028851692012-10-11T20:04:00.001-04:002012-10-11T20:04:51.306-04:00I woke up<br />
I started crying and<br />
I didn't stop<br />
Took pills all day with your nasty<br />
city's water<br />
I started early and<br />
I didn't stop<br />
I guess the water here is better tasting than the water in Philly<br />
<br />
christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-60626487972124033742012-10-11T00:39:00.001-04:002012-10-11T00:39:33.879-04:00your side of the bed is <br />
heated but too hot for me<br />
but mine is too cold<br />
will i ever figure out these<br />
things<br />
maybe find a middle ground<br />
<br />
your back is to me but that's how<br />
i like it <br />
don't touch me while i am trying<br />
to sleep christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-23310733661764718632012-10-09T03:25:00.001-04:002012-10-09T03:25:22.639-04:00when i am feeling dumb<br />
when i am feeling small i use<br />
lowercase letters where capitals<br />
should be<br />
when i am feeling inadequate<br />
when i am feeling sorry i use<br />
abbreviations <br />
idk<br />
wtf<br />
it makes me look stupid <br />
i have created this person<br />
who is stupid<br />
i have created this persona <br />
who is more stupid than i<br />
i have lost touch with who i am<br />
i have forgotten i am a human<br />
i have forgotten they are human<br />
i have forgotten how to livechristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800680012044680447.post-38078529264988948852012-10-09T03:06:00.001-04:002012-10-09T03:06:50.625-04:00againthere is so much to say<br />
it is stuck<br />
christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13280584803566314787noreply@blogger.com0