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Vines eat trees and that's metal af
I want to write you a song. I want to sing it so loud that my upstairs neighbors smile at how much I must love you.
I must love you so much. It's hard to reconcile with reality. I've stopped looking around corners and under the rug for feared outcomes, and have since settled into being dumbstruck and feeling lucky.
Its meaning is simple. It's ( Read more... ) -
absent present
wind blows through a chasm ( Read more... ) -
Shuffling
Shuffling even ( Read more... ) -
joining
as the frame shook,
i fed it worms
once it grew tall,
but now thick
pulling worms
plump and slimy,
nourishing
a barrier
broken outside
i build it a fat lining
closing in the space
between us
we fuse,
the worms crawling inside
we close,
compact cube
engorged worm bodies feeding
on us -
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i could not sleep last night. i cannot sleep tonight either. last night he rolled to me and asked me what was wrong. what was wrong? i'm not sure. he was moving out of his room at the metro extended stay hotel and back into his house the following day after school, late in the evening because he had to entertain needy parents at open house ( Read more... ) -
sugary
From Futility Closet On the morning after Jack Benny died in 1974, his wife, Mary, received a single long-stemmed rose. Another arrived the next day, and the next. For the first few weeks she was too numb to wonder where they were coming from, but eventually she called the florist to inquire ( Read more... ) -
see you in two months, NYCers
gage is wiggling and twitching in his sleep. tiffany is sitting up in bed, applying for internships, and listening to itunes genius mix generated from lisztomania. cold-footed and poppy.
i spent five hours in the library today. that's almost definitely a record.
in spite everything, i am happy most days and nights.
are you happy? -
no emo
i give up. -
safe with me
every stringy vein in him
twitching like the wings of a hawk
beating their red feathers
against his rib cage
the meat of my palm
grips his wrist and pulls
his arm over me, my voice woolen
i whisper, shhh, it's ok, it's ok -
social moth
i'm not sure if i have friends or not, but i had a few different people to call when i realized i was bored as fuck today. that is a first for me.