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i think i'm not writing so much because i'm sick of writing about my eating disorder, and then i'm sick of trying to get out what i'm feeling but end up forcing it into something positive instead. i mean yes, it's great to turn negativity into positivity, but it's nullifying the point of writing to get it all out. i don't feel more positive from turning it into something positive, i'd feel better just regurgitating my feelings onto paper (or deviantart). so i think that's why i'm so quiet here.
in other news, i'm working hard on trying to decide how to proceed. i want to:
go to school in the fall
get a tattoo before the summer ends (i want it on my thigh so having something short so as to not make it rub is ideal)
get a job
make it through the fucking semester if i do go back
which probably requires that i get a handle on myself.
i'm basically trying to prioritise and i know what i should do but it's so fucking hard. there's a lot to do and i feel very stuck. i want to get better but i feel like i'm not sick enough or have suffered enough. blah blah i know blah blah but it doesn't change how i feel. if anyone wants to help me process this shit, please do.
in other news, it really does warm my heart that at least some of you stick around for my silence/whining/silence again. you make me feel like i still have an audience and hey, i guess i like to perform. i don't like writing to an empty crowd. so thank you.
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in other news, i'm working hard on trying to decide how to proceed. i want to:
go to school in the fall
get a tattoo before the summer ends (i want it on my thigh so having something short so as to not make it rub is ideal)
get a job
make it through the fucking semester if i do go back
which probably requires that i get a handle on myself.
i'm basically trying to prioritise and i know what i should do but it's so fucking hard. there's a lot to do and i feel very stuck. i want to get better but i feel like i'm not sick enough or have suffered enough. blah blah i know blah blah but it doesn't change how i feel. if anyone wants to help me process this shit, please do.
in other news, it really does warm my heart that at least some of you stick around for my silence/whining/silence again. you make me feel like i still have an audience and hey, i guess i like to perform. i don't like writing to an empty crowd. so thank you.
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against this cold.maybe if i had drunken more milk my bones would have been stronger,
maybe if i had not read so many magazines i wouldn't have spent
all of my senior year tearing myself apart and trying to puke my insecurities out.
maybe if i hadnt had spend so many nights out with him,
maybe if i had have gone to colorado with you that summer.
maybe if i had have picked those fucking secrets out from beneath your teeth,
and peeled them from under your tongue.
maybe then i would have been able to stop you.
maybe then i wouldn't be here.
maybe you would.
on being savedi am sorry you
have never known salvation
from another's touch
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even though I've not been sleeping
& the nurses all know me by name
& they dance when they enter my room
& we joke, 'cause that's easier than crying
third lumbar, burst, ankles busted
& wheels in place of feet weighted down with plaster
casts with names & faces scrawled across
& I'd like to think I've gained more than I've lost
this accident stitching my family together like sutures
strung across my skin, my calves, my back
& mostly that's enough to make me keep it all together
still, some sleepless mornings it hits me like the fall:
what if I never walk again?
what if I never dance?
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soft-etched on my skin,
there, del sur
islands away
the tan lines of shallow-bathing
in your eyes
there is so much time between
you
and
I
you spoil me, featherbreath
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told me, hair water-
falling down over her
ship's deck shoulders, that
she would like to be
with me: we
could write stories, said
she.
i reached
out: empty
air; the ground splitting
beneath me into warring
factions and i
had been standing on the
17th parallel for
too many years now, as the
pressure escalated up, up, and
away –
"you won't be happy,
with me," (her stainless steel
nails dig deep into
my serotonin skin as she
takes her place beside
me, distracts
me from the
fall) – "no, you
won't be
happy," she
assures me, "but then,
again, you never
will be."
but with me, she
slurs, rolling perfect
-ly spherical marble
eyes and running her
skeletal fingers through the
swirling cascade, you could
write a story; you could
be a story.
and see, poet, i
had always longed to
be a heroine and, failing
that, a work of
art.
we wrecked
ships, she and
i: sent them out to
stormy sea and
watched them
sink as she
sucked
henceforth assigned to carry a large hole.you taught me how the lack of somethings presence
can be a presence all of it own.
your absence filled
the entire room.
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lucky me, lucky mud
I'm thinking of deactivating my account here or just deleting my posts. if you are interested in keeping up with my work, here you go:
p h o t o g r a p h yinstagram: @melissabeephotos
tumblr: http://melissablack-photography.tumblr.com
w r i t i n gtumblr: http://thewritingsickness.tumblr.com
P A T R E O N - currently, my patreon (http://patreon.com/melissablack) is only for my photography. I would love to open it up to my writing as well! however, I need to know that there is interest there before I do so. would you like to see exclusive written content on there as well? my tiers begin at $1/month.
patreon idea
long time, no see, I know. I really don't put much effort into dA anymore, but I am still thankful for those of you who read my work!
a question I thought I'd ask you all: I have a Patreon account where I post my photography - full sets, public photos, previously unposted photos - but I know my demographic here is for my writing. if I were to post my writing on Patreon, would you guys be interested in pledging?
as it stands for my photography, my tiers start at $1/month. that might not be huge to you, but as I struggle to find work to apply for, it makes a big difference to me.
I would be more than happy to negotiate and discuss what rewar
take care of each other
all I really know is that seasonal depression is aggressive, it is ruthless, it is brutal, it takes no prisoners. the same goes for the upcoming trump presidency. I only hope that these difficult times will lend to the creation of beautiful art, growing out of an environment of oppression and fear.
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patreon: http://patreon.com/melissablack
writing tumblr: http://thewritingsickness.tumblr.com
photography tumblr: http://melissablack-photography.tumblr.com
regular tumblr: http://fernweh-babe.tumblr.com
instagram: @melissabeephotos
#travellingartistproblems
I know I'm not even on here much, but I feel like I need to rant to a group who understands (aka artists, aka you!). I'm trying to fund some small travels to create art within a few states of me (NYC, philly). I've gotten a lot of interest in my photography, and many requests to work together. I mention charging AT ALL (and I do mean even asking for $20 for a shoot, which is a wildly low price), and the potential model/client stops responding.
I'm not going to be able to make it to new york or philadelphia if I don't get even that much from a couple shoots. it's just SO frustrating, because people are really excited about my work, but won't
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i'll always be an avid supporter/connoisseur of your writing. i know i've not been around much and for that i apologize. life is crazy. you're amazing. please don't ever stop writing. <3