And Yes I Said Yes I Will Yes.

I half wish to find a comfortable cave and live there for the whole of my existence but as that is an unlikely occurrence- I suppose I should join the rest of the human race and begin a blog. That doesn't mean I look down on any of you less. I am simply proving I can do it better. The Name is Olivia. I live the whole world wide. I like conspiracies, beautiful language, and things that give me leverage. Memento Mori: I'm ready for what's next.

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In Omnia Paratus   I'm Bland Looking. Like Rice.


The Way You Look at Me

Words you fell off of like feathers and dew
And the ice-cold guilt waiting for you always in a crowded corner.
Sucked me like a grape and you didn’t want my skin,
I grow my nails long and forget that you are still the iceberg above me,
Posing like a trick sea-lion who has never seen his own reflection
But warbles through the water like a beautiful king.
Words like rarely, exactly, and in part quantify your life,
Give it lips and eyes and heart,
Teeth and sweat glands and the slightest hint of a blonde moustache when the water hits you right.
You’ve cried yourself fleshless to the pulp of an over-ripe apricot
Sagging through the twisted wires of the mesh fruit bowl.
You remembered the willful way I wore my clothes,
But forgot how uglily I fumbled when I made a dash for the door.

Notes

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  3. illbeonthathill said: well, happy birthday then. :-)
  4. milkthistle-milkthistle reblogged this from talkativolive and added:
    Oh Olive, stop being perfect
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