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Anonymous said: Hi there! Will the second edition have different poems in it?

Nope. Same poems. Same book.
The only difference will be the serial number.

Oh, and I’m adding an acknowledgments section because I have some people to thank. 

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Hello, I just sold out of my poetry collection, bigger bolder less pathetic.
I will be putting up a second edition in a week or so. Probably in a week or so, after I ship all the other orders out.

Thank you to everyone who purchased a copy and to all of you for your continued support. In the meantime, check out other releases at ink/paper press. 

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"For girls who have never been touched right, a hand on the knee is not a reason to cringe. It is an invitation. A call to action. A reason for the instincts to click in. Nails retract. Heads lower. Eyes go dull on the floor. Those girls collapse easily. Bloom readily. Open petals without hesitation. They know the always-changing rules. Have been told how to dress. How to speak. How to hold their heads sigh and suck in their stomachs. How to wear a dress tight enough that they will look desirable to Men. How to wear a skirt long enough to not look like they want It. How to scratch their heavy, bloody, pumping desire of wanting It from the inside. How to kill Desire with a quick midnight shot of Guilt. How to look at their own bodies in fear. How to stuff their ears with cotton-ball promises when the apologies begin to sound rehearsed. How to think like their mothers. How to not think at all.How to be always glittering. Always ready for the lights to flip on. Always smiling, even when They ask, “Will you moan a little louder? You don’t look like you are enjoying yourself.” Always ready to be plucked. Always. Like they were trained to be." - The Heavy Blood | Lora Mathis
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Anonymous said: What do you do when the one you love the most leaves and you're alone for the first time in a long time?

Cry. Pick yourself apart. Blame yourself. Blame the timing. Blame the weather, the way the words came out, the things you didn’t say. Blame them. Stay inside for a few days. Bang your fists on your knees and wail when you find letters they wrote to you. Force yourself to leave the house. Force yourself to say “yes” when your friends ask you to come out for a day. Forget them for ten minutes until their name comes crashing back into you, full-speed, full of fire. Spend the rest of the night spitting up rust and wondering if they will affect you like this forever. Say “I’m sorry” to them so many times in your head that you get drunk off your own apologies. Feel your tongue grow into a dead, useless weight, heavy with things that are now pointless to say. Consider cutting it off. Consider running away. Consider changing your name, throwing yourself into a lake, and swimming until you drown or reach a new place, a new state, a country where no one has seen their face. Forget them in pieces. Forget them in revolutions. Forget them so fully that you begin to question whether or not they ever existed. Talk to your friends without having them lurk in the shadows of your head. Develop crushes and do not compare them to Them. Stop calling yourself “cursed.” Stop telling yourself you will not be cared for like that again. Stop saying that was your one chance at Love and you blew it. Get touched. Get fucked right. Put your hands in-between your thighs and do not blush. Look in the mirror and see no whisper of an apology on your lips. Forgive yourself. Forgive the amount of promises you thought about texting them, the worries you cried out to your friends, the sad regrets you poured into wine bottles and voicemails and fingernail-shaped scars. Throw “I am sorry” down like the dirty phrase it is. Leave it bleeding on the asphalt. Crush it beneath your teeth and feel the flavorless dust of it fall onto your lips. Declare yourself as more than an apology. A tribute to Forgiveness. A promise that never came out right. Be what you tried to pour into others, only for them to shrug off. Be it all. 

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Anonymous said: Any advice for someone who accidentally fell in love with their sadness and the person it makes them?

Self-hate is not romantic. Self-inflicted bruises are not love marks. Let go.

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Anonymous said: I have suffered from severe depression for the past two years. I have days where leaving my bed brings me to my knees crying, and then there's days where leaving my bed feels good and healthy. When at my lowest points, I come here to read your words. Words don't judge. They don't tell me to ''move on and stop feeling sorry for myself''. They make me feel that I'm okay. Your words make me feel less alone, and I will be -forever- thankful for that, Lora. I hope you remember.

I understand. I have those days too. Good days, horrible days, and days with hints of both. I am glad that I can make you feel validated. You’re not alone. I hope you remember too.

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Anonymous said: Just wondering what blogs you would recommend to find inspiring poetry?

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"These days, inspiration doesn’t pour out like it used to. It doesn’t flow easily. Doesn’t drip from my fingers like blood from cuts I didn’t ask for. Now I must pick at it. Must willingly pry off my healed scabs and bandaged wounds. Now, I seek it. Throw myself into the street to feel it. Strip my clothes off to send it slamming into my chest. Post photographs with my legs wide open, eyes defiant, head not hesitant. I call its name. Invite it into my bed. Stand naked in front of it and do not blink. I make myself into a bride for it. Wear the white veil and do not drag my feet. I tell it, I’ve missed you. I won’t leave so readily again. And then, when it sulks back into my corner, with head down and eyes no longer bearing suspicions, I sink my teeth into it, hard. I laugh at it. Let its name drip from my mouth and tell it, we’ve played this game so many times before, you’d think you would have learned. And we have. Again and again. We keep playing the same game of me chasing it into corners. Me fighting for it with a pot of coffee in my stomach. Me burning it into my hair as I stand shakily on rooftops in cities I do not know, next to people I have never met, in a body I am not sure I ever understood. We have, we know. But this is all there is. Cat and mouse. Me and my tricks. Confusion chasing Inspiration and ending up with a mouth full of words, only to spit them out and start again. And again. And again and again and again. This is all there is. There is nothing else." -

To Inspiration, Lora Mathis

what the? poem in which i make inspiration into my dangerous love interest

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Anonymous said: I check your blog everyday I love you so much and you're such an inspiration to me keep rocking Lora

Felt like doing cartwheels in the library after reading this. Thank you thank you thank you.

college-campuses:

I saw a few masterposts going around tumblr and decided to make one. A lot of these links are helpful for High School as well! Enjoy and please tell me if you have problems with any link.
Blogs
onlinecounsellingcollege
fyeahcooldormrooms
freshmantips
theprospectblog
Studying
Flashcards
Calculators
Online Ruler
Thinking & Memorizing Tips
Research & Reading Tips
Finals Help Guide
Homework Help
Math Help
Geography Help
Study Playlist
Convert Anything To Anything
Productive Study Break Tips
Pull an All Nighter & Do Well On Your Exam
AP Cram Packets
Writing Help
Free Microsoft Word Equivalent
Writing Software Master post
Cant Remember A Word?
Bibliography Maker
Social Media Citation Guide
Earn A Cute Picture Of A Kitten For Writing
Writers Block?
Coffee Shop Sounds
Essay Structure Guide
Want To Know Who You Write Like?
Books
Alternatives To Expensive Textbooks
Download Free Books
Download Free Kindle Books
Free Audio Books
Sad/Stressed
Thoughts Room
Panic & Anxiety Masterpost
Guided Relaxation
Stress Relievers
Chill Playlist
Cute Videos
Food
Quick & Easy Snack Recipes
Study Snacks
The Collegiate Vegan
On The Go Breakfast Recipes
Brownie In A Cup
Miscellaneous
Check The Safety Of Any Website
Download From 8tracks
Is This Website Down For Me Or Everyone?
Self Defense Tips
Upload Anything From Your Smartphone To You Laptop
Chrome Extension Tells You Which Tab Is Playing Music
Prevent Hangovers
Netflix Recommendations 
Becoming An Adult Masterpost
All The Audios You’ve Ever Reblogged
Stream/Watch Free TV/Movies
Never Hit A Dead End With A Broken Link
Downloadable PDF To-Do Lists
Watch Musicals
List Of Universities On Tumblr

college-campuses:

I saw a few masterposts going around tumblr and decided to make one. A lot of these links are helpful for High School as well! Enjoy and please tell me if you have problems with any link.

Blogs

onlinecounsellingcollege

fyeahcooldormrooms

freshmantips

theprospectblog

Studying

Flashcards

Calculators

Online Ruler

Thinking & Memorizing Tips

Research & Reading Tips

Finals Help Guide

Homework Help

Math Help

Geography Help

Study Playlist

Convert Anything To Anything

Productive Study Break Tips

Pull an All Nighter & Do Well On Your Exam

AP Cram Packets

Writing Help

Free Microsoft Word Equivalent

Writing Software Master post

Cant Remember A Word?

Bibliography Maker

Social Media Citation Guide

Earn A Cute Picture Of A Kitten For Writing

Writers Block?

Coffee Shop Sounds

Essay Structure Guide

Want To Know Who You Write Like?

Books

Alternatives To Expensive Textbooks

Download Free Books

Download Free Kindle Books

Free Audio Books

Sad/Stressed

Thoughts Room

Panic & Anxiety Masterpost

Guided Relaxation

Stress Relievers

Chill Playlist

Cute Videos

Food

Quick & Easy Snack Recipes

Study Snacks

The Collegiate Vegan

On The Go Breakfast Recipes

Brownie In A Cup

Miscellaneous

Check The Safety Of Any Website

Download From 8tracks

Is This Website Down For Me Or Everyone?

Self Defense Tips

Upload Anything From Your Smartphone To You Laptop

Chrome Extension Tells You Which Tab Is Playing Music

Prevent Hangovers

Netflix Recommendations 

Becoming An Adult Masterpost

All The Audios You’ve Ever Reblogged

Stream/Watch Free TV/Movies

Never Hit A Dead End With A Broken Link

Downloadable PDF To-Do Lists

Watch Musicals

List Of Universities On Tumblr

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