Mair
Location: Seattle, Washington, United States
Traditions: Buddhism, Christianity, Hinduism, Native American, mix and match
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"you always feel justified, but you never feel forgiven" (Sick Puppies)

What I'm About

i am about....honesty (though it is not one of my virtues, because i dont believe that it is as important to be honest to others as it is to yourself). and the people that i care about and love because i want to be able to be help them the way that... more

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Jealousy: color you me
my little green monster only Your notnot the calming color of prickly dew dappled grass under foot or the shouting lights of the Irish pubthe one where that waitress always smiles at me through the grimy windows flaming hair done up in a lazy clipcheeks rosy and eyes glittering laughterI think her names Christina but I'll never ask simply watch to remind myselfthat such lovliness can exist inside closed doorsNo, my companion, you will never be greenNor that shade of dark people seem to accosiate with evil not the oily black of the rain slicked streets belonging to my beloved Seattleor the midnight coolinterupted only by a full faced moonduring that time of night when you feel as though you arent really you at allfree of that confining person you have created to fit your shoes down to the sole black is not for you Then what?if not the shades of jade or the pitch of soot(nor any color residing inbetween)then whatpray tellis yours to claim?your the way he looked at her eyes grasping despratly as if he could drink her inthe way her jeans never fit right hanging oddly off her wirey frame the way she laughed special in its own right                  how she didnt beleve in second chances to keep her forever inside of him as she walked away hips swinging to a jovial tune only looking back once safley inside that dinged up subaru that wasnt his Your the second place metal thrusted upon me when all i wished for was the gleam of gold and the forced smile of the defeated manthat broke all the dams inside of me Your the color of my skin the ballooning mass of my thighs in the morning as i pinch sick with the horror that i will never be skinny instead having to settle for (second place) strong Your the wave of hot that washes over me as I realize that i will never be herof the sparrows bodyand cunning cat eyes of dancing bones and singsong lips of the tiny butt everything she needs to keep him entertained and them some yet she dons a cross hanging nonchalontly from the pale under of her wristbecause she honestly feels can wear one

Jealousy: color you me

my little green monster only Your notnot the calming color of prickly dew dappled grass under foot or the shouting lights of the Irish pubthe one where that waitress always smiles at me through the grimy windows flaming hair done up in a lazy clipcheeks rosy and eyes glittering laughterI think her names Christina but I'll never ask simply watch to remind myselfthat such lovliness can exist inside closed doorsNo, my companion, you will never be greenNor that shade of dark people seem to accosiate with evil not the oily black of the rain slicked streets belonging to my beloved Seattleor the midnight coolinterupted only by a full faced moonduring that time of night when you feel as though you arent really you at allfree of that confining person you have created to fit your shoes down to the sole black is not for you Then what?if not the shades of jade or the pitch of soot(nor any color residing inbetween)then whatpray tellis yours to claim?your the way he looked at her eyes grasping despratly as if he could drink her inthe way her jeans never fit right hanging oddly off her wirey frame the way she laughed special in its own right                  how she didnt beleve in second chances to keep her forever inside of him as she walked away hips swinging to a jovial tune only looking back once safley inside that dinged up subaru that wasnt his Your the second place metal thrusted upon me when all i wished for was the gleam of gold and the forced smile of the defeated manthat broke all the dams inside of me Your the color of my skin the ballooning mass of my thighs in the morning as i pinch sick with the horror that i will never be skinny instead having to settle for (second place) strong Your the wave of hot that washes over me as I realize that i will never be herof the sparrows bodyand cunning cat eyes of dancing bones and singsong lips of the tiny butt everything she needs to keep him entertained and them some yet she dons a cross hanging nonchalontly from the pale under of her wristbecause she honestly feels can wear one

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