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Tirade | hyacinth girl

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Running into time; running on fumes. June 10, 2014. The other night my young adult friend and I went to see the midnight premiere of The Fault in Our Stars, the big damn movie of a big damn book that a bunch of goddamned motherfucking white girls suffered feels from. My young adult friend has a necklace with two snakes on it. It’s in case she drops dead of a one-in-a-million disease she has. I was just there for the tragedy of it all. The fault in our stars. The Sky in Bloom. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.

More Watercolor + Ink Faces | hyacinth girl

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Running into time; running on fumes. More Watercolor Ink Faces. June 2, 2014. Here’s another handful of funky faces painted on teensy-weensy Aquaboards. I’ve been digging this Aquaboard stuff lately. It’s a great surface for a liner brush and watercolors. Cheers! And He Learned →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Blog at WordPress.com.

And He Learned | hyacinth girl

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Running into time; running on fumes. June 2, 2014. When he noticed the naked little girl at the beach didn’t look. Like he did and asked why, they answered his questions in simple phrases painted in black and white, pink and blue, and tradition. And he learned that boys and girls were different. When one of the neighbor kids painted his nails, they got angry. That wasn’t something boys did. And he learned that there were different rules for boys and girls, and that breaking those made people upset.

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Running into time; running on fumes. May 31, 2014. June 2, 2014. Even six inches shorter than me, you’re a monument. A tribute to the uncanny beauty that sometimes worms its way into the ones who could care less what they look like. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Or you’d think I was interested. I’m probably not, but you’d deny your beauty either way. Continue reading →. Lenny the Possum Killer. May 30, 2014. June 2, 2014. My thoughts are locked doors in a hall I’ve tried exploring one too many t...

Farrago | hyacinth girl

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Running into time; running on fumes. June 10, 2014. With the ocean so close by,. It seems silly to be stuck at home. Waiting for a question an answer to give. I have nothing left to say. All my profound thoughts are wasted on the mundane,. My ears filled with white noise,. My eyes clouded with sleep. Perfectly healthy Americans as they are,. Lean on each other but do not touch. They’re stuck in their tablets,. Laughing at a travesty. Too thoughtful and empty. Vacuous in my verity. Enter your comment here.