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Fireworks - I am the Challenger

Month one was all formalities. I met you and you got to know me. You exited me And provided me Insight to a world I had never seen. Month two I really liked you So I fell for you. And on New Year’s Eve You kissed me and told me you loved me And I screamed. Month three I said I loved you too And our love took off and flew. Looking back I was dazed and confused Your brown eyes’ sweet gaze Had me running through hoops. Month four we really fell fast Running across town, running out of gas. Running each other over with emotions Causing commotion. All the while, I gave you my devotion. Little did I know, month five was the worst of them all. You said the words “I love you” As if they were meaningful. But on the exact night of five months of us It wasn’t me in your bed but someone else. Month six was the best of them all. I had no idea what you did So I continued to fall. Things changed for the better because you started to care Little did I know you were hiding cruelty behind a loving stare. Month seven might not ever happen Because I found out I wasn’t enough To keep you happy till the end. Sorry. Do you still love me?

I hope she was worth it (via thecomicstripper)

I have to stop having expectations of any sort.

Mix tape-Brand New

Lol you are so fat.

I know.

Hickeys and pearls.

We were making out in his bed; it was the first time we'd ever been this far. I pulled his shirt off, so he pulled off mine. He was shirtless and I was in my bra and our bodies were touching. Then, he went to take off my bra and I said "No! No... No." He apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry! It's ok. Whatever makes you comfortable." And I said, "Oh, not that. It's just... I'm not confident. He told me I am beautiful and gorgeous and I started crying and he kept asking me what was wrong. I sobbed as I told him he was going to see all my scars, the scars that covered my hips and back and thighs. He kissed my forehead and told me that affected nothing, changed nothing, and I am still perfect.

“You are (on) an island” 

Originally made in 2011 for the Sacred and Profane art festival on Peaks Island, Maine. Eggert and her collaborator toured the sculpture around the UK on the back of a flatbed truck for two weeks in January 2013. The word ‘on’ blinks rhythmically on and off. For the moment that single word remains unilluminated, a new phrase with a different meaning emerges.

Photo: Mike Fleming