Anonymous asked: everything's gonna be ok sweetie.
lol
Anonymous asked: mira i read part of ur book then i looked u up online. now i am honestly madly in love with you. i would marry you i feel close to you through the screen r u even real you seem so real. please b my wife. i get butterflies in my stomach and I feel like a lil kid when i think about you. im in love with you mira, way more than anyone irl
damn who are you
from i will never be beautiful enough to make us beautiful together by mira gonzalez
can i please touch your face with my face
would you put some coffee grounds on your tongue
and then put your tongue in my hand
in my dream i watched you masturbate
while floating ~5 inches above you
i was invisible until i kissed your mouth
will you let me do that tomorrow afternoon
i will text you
something that makes me happy
is when i sneeze multiple times in quick succession
and it feels like a tiny orgasm in my face
today i am going to fill my bathtub with milk
and if my nose starts bleeding
the milk will turn pink
then maybe you could lick my face
and tell me that my blood tastes like pennies
why do we both know what pennies taste like
”— “Semi-Humorous Paradox,” Mira Gonzalez (via commovente)
I stayed in bed for over an hour
looked at things on my phone
I felt slightly anxious about nothing particular
I walked downstairs and poured coffee into a jar
I asked a person on the internet if I should take drugs
I took drugs before the person had time to respond
I feel alienated by people who express concern about me without
defining their concern in terms of a specific solution or goal
I dont feel comforted by the idea of an afterlife
I dont want to continue experiencing things after I die
I want someone to pull my hair because I like the idea of someone
controlling my head without touching my head
what is the difference between being an independent person
and being a person who is accepting of loneliness
— “Today My Alarm Went Off at 12:30 p.m.,” Mira Gonzalez (via commovente)
i will never be beautiful enough to make us beautiful together in the front window of mcnally jackson bookstore in nyc
i said ‘this was my sadistic plan all along, to get you both in my car, so i can make you sit uncomfortably forever.’ they said ‘heh heh heh, your evil plan’ things. i said ‘it’s a compression…something.’ mira said she was going to get thrown out of the window and die, laughing kind of. sam said he wouldn’t die. i said he would die worse, because his weight would propel mira out the window and he would be behind her, in a worse position. then it seemed agreed-upon, how it would happen, people stopped saying things about it. i said ‘live bad, die worse.’ sam said ‘we should all get that tattooed on us.’ i said ‘we should get it on…as a knuckle tattoo.’ mira laughed and said ‘that definitely would not fit on knuckles, [more words i can’t remember, suggesting how to fit ‘live bad die worse’ on all knuckles].’ i said ‘we should just get it on one finger,’ then a little later, turning onto a highway thing, ‘you guys know how they can write your name on a grain of rice? we should get it that size.’ sam said ‘they always want to make them bigger.’ i turned sharply, a driving/car thing took attention away, mira gasped i think. then i was on a highway thing. i said ‘they always want to make them bigger?’ sam said ‘yeah, like, whenever i’ve gotten tattoos, they’re always wanting to convince me to get them bigger, like convince me to have them do it bigger.’ i remembered that being true for me also. i said ‘oh yeah, so they can get more…space on you…’ sam said ‘more money’ i said ‘to leave more space on you, for their legacy.’
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Megan Boyle
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