evastraea
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evastraea · 5 months ago
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do you think of me often? i was so small, and so soft. i danced circles around your teeth. wasn’t i a delight? wasn’t i the rabbit of your eye
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evastraea · 7 months ago
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someone who ran a trauma blog asked if you were predator or prey traumatised & at the time I was like wtf but .-. most of my art features a hare HAHAHA so I guess I’m prey traumatised
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evastraea · 7 months ago
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evastraea · 1 year ago
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evastraea · 1 year ago
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evastraea · 1 year ago
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evastraea · 1 year ago
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evastraea · 3 years ago
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Courtney Love Prays To Oregon by @clementinevonradics
and also inspired by Bite The Hand by Phoebe Bridgers, Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker
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evastraea · 3 years ago
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new year same shit babey
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evastraea · 3 years ago
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quarantine scribbles pt2 cuz I’m still tired lol
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evastraea · 3 years ago
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quarantine scribbles pt 1 cuz covid gnawed all my energy rip
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evastraea · 3 years ago
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evastraea · 3 years ago
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evastraea · 3 years ago
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i don’t wanna be touched all the time. i raised my body up to be mine.
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evastraea · 3 years ago
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in which I’m forever a child looking out my window at the night sky
thinking one day I’ll touch the world with bare hands
even if it burns
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evastraea · 3 years ago
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I know she was once a garden bed of hope, and wonder, if the cut flowers in the rooms are more a memory in mourning for every lost dream
I laid awake in the waning dusk and said my name out loud. and each time it was a threat
September begs me to crawl into the ground of my own shame, take a knife to my pumpkin face and carve a smile on
this is your body, this is your blood, no it will not be broken for anyone.
remind yourself that skin is it’s whole organ: press each holy key and hear it sing
I’d like for us to do a little activity as we wrap up 2021.
Please share five lines of writing from pieces you’ve written this year.  You can also add in the title/link to the full piece.
Can be poetry or prose!
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evastraea · 3 years ago
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