Stephanie M. Wood


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Stephanie M. Wood
Age: 31
City: Pittsburgh
Country: United States
Joined: Sep 2008

Be.

  1. My Heart
    I love this man.
  1. Featured Works:

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Journal Entries

Feature: 09.07.06 (flowers)

Posted about 5 hours ago, 4 comments so far.

Feature: 09.07.05 (rust-coloured taintings)

Posted 1 day ago.

Feature: 09.07.04 (Happy 4th, you Americans, you!)

Posted 2 days ago, 2 comments so far.

Feature: 09.07.02 and 09.07.03 (monochrome x2)

Posted 3 days ago, 2 comments so far.

Feature: 09.07.01 (sepia)

Posted 5 days ago.

Feature: 09.06.29 and 09.06.30 (raindrops on _Roses_ and whiskers on _Kittens_)

Posted 6 days ago, 4 comments so far.

Feature: 09.06.28 (purples)

Posted 8 days ago, 6 comments so far.

Feature: 09.06.26 and 09.06.27 (two-for-one deal!)

Posted 9 days ago.

Feature: 09.06.25 (stairs)

Posted 11 days ago, 4 comments so far.

Feature: 09.06.24 (flowers)

Posted 11 days ago, 4 comments so far.

Writing

Mild Shakings.

Sporadic , this heartbeat while my blood strives for Quiet. So long yet so empty and my pulse pays this toll. They always give the same lies in the same lines with those plastic smiles. “Take tw…

Thunderdome.

Three hours in two days - / that’s the amount of sleep I’m currently running on. / An eight-week-old kitten, a headstrong boy, a wickedly painful wisdom tooth, and white-hot sunlight devou…

White Trash.

holy; undaunted – / I sit here and fester / while your mysteries seize, / just as yesterday’s porn queens / and tomorrow’s bad hair. sing for the hangman - / resting under my wed…

Exhaustion Transmition.

Another yawn escapes mildly chapped lips. The scent of new blood lingers on the breath due to a cantankerous wisdom tooth. That unintelligible sigh of frustration threatens to Become as the hands tick…

Head Achings.

Wondering how we came / to this space where / great seas of termites / determine Knowing / as Nothing creeps away / on stiletto heels; / such a mess! “Run away quickly or fall,” / was …

Lightning Rod.

Tiny bits of blue paint / resting on newly-tanned forearms / after a beautiful sunny day / of hard work and satisfaction. Each speck of colour / seems a world or a cosmos / of depth and spaciousnes…

Watchlist

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