blood by the middle east playing as you whisper hello to my skin, trying to talk to the parts of me that cannot talk back, trying to hold a conversation with the warmth of my stomach. always loving the parts of me i cannot love.
I’m wrapped in my quilt that my baby gave me for vtines day and I’m warm and cozy in bed. she’s my light, my love. she pouted while I did my essay because she’s dumb and she loves me. I miss her even though she’s just in her room, I miss her from my arms
I’ve gotten a lot of cute messages and this is one of the cutest. you’re adorable kissing anyone, boy or girl, is tricky at first but you’ll be the best if you’re earnest and tender and kind. try not to think about how she’s a girl but just how much you wanna kiss her. sending love your way, pumpkin.
fantastic, everything and more. i’m on reading week and before i left we had a 3 day valentines day celebration - i took her out for dinner and to a pottery class and ice skating and we saw a movie and had a picnic and she got me a handmade quilt with one of my favourite quotes in her handwriting on it and jesus i love her so much! everyday is romantic and new and inspiring, she is the best thing in my life.
ally is my roommate and one of my best friends. she’s smart and funny and feeling, passionate and fun, she manages to quell my homesickness and we talk about dumb stuff for hours and it doesn’t feel like a big deal. she’s the best roommate i could have asked for, one of the best people i know. (eloutre)
heather is also one of my best friends. in the first month of school i remember thinking that i was so happy someone had such a similar sense of humour to me. we just watch twin peaks and hang out and talk but it’s always a good time. i know she’s there for me and she’s a really good listener. she’s so kind and great! (heathereme)
alexa is one of the smartest people i know! her work ethic is so impressive but on top of that she’s also hilarious and beautiful and her style is a+. she’s fun and always checks in and makes time fore me. we have a couple of classes together and i’m so happy to know her and have her in my life! (pomsv)
The Victorians honored human hair
because it was the only trait of the body
that remained after death. I shaved my legs
in your shower. I hid long strands of myself
in your pillowcases. That is all that is left.
Thinking of someone else during sex
is a cardinal sin punishable by nothing.
The heart is wanting. The heart
is perpetually two-years-old. The heart
is bad at sharing. The heart is a hungry
gas tank. The heart is not a metaphor.
When the teacher asks you what grade
you think you deserve, you will always say B+.
90% of Americans will vote for Obama
because the night before the election, he will
slow dance with his wife and kiss her forehead
and we will want so badly to believe that
they actually fucking love each other.
Writing a list of ways I could be better
and writing a suicide note are the same thing.
The heart lives in a packed elevator.
It doesn’t know what floor its waiting for
but it wants it wants it wants to get off.
The Victorians believe when you write a poem
from an airplane that moment becomes suspended
in the sky forever, like a ornament in God’s mobile.
So now you know: somewhere between Phoenix
and Las Vegas, a thousand miles up, there you are
like a grocery list pinned to blue.
i am a failure in so many senses??