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Inter|rupture - Tailor Made Pain - REJECTION

atticusdavis:

Dear Atticus,

Thank you for submitting to inter|rupture. We enjoyed reading your work quite a bit. Unfortunately, we do not have a place for it in our next issue. We wish you the best of luck in placing it elsewhere.

Sincerely,
The Editors



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RE: [PANK] A Story About Natasha - Rejection

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Dear Atticus Davis, 

Thank you for your time and for the opportunity to read your work, but this submission is not right for PANK at this time. 

We wish you the best in placing your work elsewhere and respectfully ask that you wait at least one month before submitting more work for consideration. 

Sincerely, 

Colin 
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(please note that the following is a personal account—a work of nonfiction that was never intended to offend. still offended? try some of this.)

I am eight years old when I ask Jesus to be my Lord and Savior. I have no idea what I a terrible mistake I’m making. In fact, I have no idea what I’m doing at all.
It’s Easter Sunday. My sisters and I have joined our grandparents for the obligatory jaunt to the Mega-church, where we sit in the far back of the auditorium watching sweat drip from the preacher’s shaking jowls in stunning high-definition.
The best thing about massive churches (besides the anonymity and cushy seats) are the multiple big-screen televisions dangling precariously from the vaulted ceiling. Biblical passages zip across the bottom of the screen in glaring yellow font like breaking news updates. I read them to keep from scribbling comics on my program or falling asleep. The lights are dimmed, heads are bowed, and the piano has gone all soft and tinkly, which is how I know I should be paying attention.

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in the morning, i discovered

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dragging
this against this

rubbing
no specific here

looking out but not
searching

feeling
without sense

my body is an unshut body
in the morning, i discovered

nevver:

Dope, Amy Lombard

BUT MOSTLY IT’S THAT HAVING VALUES AT ALL IS OUTMODED.

You know why therapy works?
Because all anyone needs is someone to listen to them and tell them it’s okay that they’re feeling that way and there’s nothing wrong with them and that it’s going to be alright and that they’ve already done so much to get here.

The difference is that therapists actually fucking believe that
and most of the people you know just say that shit to be ‘nice.’

VULNERABILITY, APATHY, WEAKNESS, SHAME, FEAR ALL YOUR BEST FRIENDS. IF YOU WOULD ACTUALLY LET THEM FILL YOU YOUR LIFE WOULD NO LONGER BE RUN BY THEM.

WHAT YOU DON’T SEE YOU CAN’T ACCEPT

WHAT YOU DON’T ACCEPT OWNS YOU.

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As long as why you’re angry doesn’t have to do with you and instead has to do with other vague, overarching obstacles, or elaborate existential questions, then you don’t ever have to actually just BE miserable.

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My brand of Christianity: