Post by Chloe Atum (@chloetinsley) on Thu, 15 Dec 16 00:57:58 +0000 View Full Post Often I find my Place in places I’ve never been. I find my Self standing at a fresh market stall in the streets of Beijing. Tonight, I’m on my knees at temple ...
Post by Chloe Atum (@chloetinsley) on Tue, 13 Dec 16 05:14:53 +0000 View Full Post Sometime around September 2000, my little family landed in what I remember as my first "house, it was on on Queens Ave and Quadra Street. It was this run-down w...
Post by Diane Knarr (@epitesz) on Tue, 13 Dec 16 02:01:02 +0000 Reposted by Chloe Atum (@chloetinsley) on Tue, 13 Dec 16 04:00:47 +0000 View Original Post View Full Post Diane Knarr - Calm Down. - 2015, Polaroid Spectra.
Post by Chloe Atum (@chloetinsley) on Tue, 13 Dec 16 03:39:06 +0000 View Full Post A Story About Stones. 🌞 I’ve been wearing and carrying stones, crystals, whatever you want to call them, with me every ...
Post by Chloe Atum (@chloetinsley) on Sat, 10 Dec 16 14:34:02 +0000 View Full Post The voices chatter so loud I have to shout to be heard over them. The only reason I'm certain I'm not crazy is because I think I am. - Letters From Somebody
Post by Chloe Atum (@chloetinsley) on Sat, 10 Dec 16 07:17:43 +0000 View Full Post He paid her no mind, plucking and listening, pausing, tuning. He strummed the guitar with strong fingers. She watched over the top of her book. She understood l...
Post by Chloe Atum (@chloetinsley) on Sat, 10 Dec 16 07:04:59 +0000 View Full Post The voice in my head speaks so beautifully, it should be a crime that my too human fingers can't keep up. I ruefully stare at the fragmented pieces of divine th...
Post by Chloe Atum (@chloetinsley) on Sat, 10 Dec 16 06:58:53 +0000 View Full Post Another day, another dollar; another year your world's grown smaller. Your so-called benevolence masks your tyrannical malevolence and I'm so glad to be free of...
Post by Chloe Atum (@chloetinsley) on Sat, 10 Dec 16 06:47:24 +0000 View Full Post Infiltrated. Insecure. Deflowered by Demons, the shame that is no shame festers. The stench of Sin permeates, lust lingers. There is nothing left unmarred. Curi...
Post by Chloe Atum (@chloetinsley) on Sat, 10 Dec 16 06:42:36 +0000 View Full Post I'll come back on my own Time, for no Rhyme or Reason. Call it Treason, but I did what had to be Done. No one has Won, because for Me its a battle of Sanity fro...
