HeyJaredlauren oliver
poetry, prose, and philosophy from the raw, unfiltered edge of the feminine psyche; a sanctuary for the soul that feels too much and not enough. this is where the shadow meets the light. this is where we remember divinity.
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fuck me psychologically. (opens the original)
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I don’t need your sex.I need you in my head.notice the sentenceI almost said.ask me why I’m nervous.wonder why I’m so curious.don’t touch meyet.I need the thought beneath the thought.the want beneath the want.look at it.look at me.same thing.that’s the joke.somewhere betweenyour projectionand my perceptionwe createa third person.half fiction.half friction.maybe it’s just desiremaybe I don’t want youmaybe I wanted who I became<
fuck, I love myself. (opens the original)
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fuck, I love myself.I take nudes to sendto no onefor the erotic satisfactionof being unavailablefor consumption.I desire myself.I know myself.All I want is to be alone with myself.I want to take her to fancy hotelsjust to watch hertouch herselfcall room serviceorder everythingeat nothingthe windows openthe room silentthe sun shiningmaking love to the lifeshe has made for herself.I love to look at herbecause she is mineeven her shadowsremember ever
I lost half an eyebrow and found myself. (opens the original)
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I went to get my eyebrows done last week but I never got them done. I lost half of my left eyebrow. I stared at myself in the mirror, laughing and panicking simultaneously, like God was humbling me aesthetically. the panic came and left quicklywhen a song started playing as Gwen was at warwith my face.a song I haven’t heard in years.a song that carried me through my darkest timesas a teenager.a song that I used to scream cryingreplay over and overback when I didn’t know what I was feeling.the pr
the way I see the world. (opens the original)
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ever since I was a little girl,I have seen the world as atoms.I knewthe space between meand the treeswas never empty.I felt everything.I knew when I put my feetin the sand,the ocean didn’t endwhere my skin began.that the air in my lungshad been other placesexperiencing a millionother faces.inside forests.inside animals.inside the lungs of someonewho lived a hundred years ago.I knew nothingwas ever separateand for most of my lifeI thought everyone knew thisto be true.th
I would rather die than have a job. (opens the original)
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I would rather die than have a jobbecause death feels more alive.I am very serious when I write this.This is how I’ve feltsince I was a kid.“Who do you look up to?“I was confused.I could never answer it.I never looked up.I only looked in.“What do you want to bewhen you grow up?”The fuck? “Be”?I already was.I already am.I never wanted to become someone.I wanted to find out who I already was.Every answer the world gave mewas too small.It wasn’
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