I had the best roommate last year.
(Source: togorillum)
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This song. This band.
(Source: cosmicsymphony, via toomuchyelloww)
Anonymous asked: You're pretty cool! Just saying.
Thank you, anon! I can only assume the same thing about yourself.
The first poem I’ve written in a while that I’ve been sort-of-satisfied with upon completion.
SPEAKING LESSON
Language is a tricky thing
and I like to think of every word we speak
wrapping around each other
like the vines that would run up my
parents’ old house.
You know,
the one in the tropics,
with the ruined porch
and our shoes
blossoming with scorpion eggs
in the springtime.
We would have to shake them
like maracas
to get the eggs out.
I only know this
because my mother would
whisper it to me,
when I was young and
pretending to sleep
in the Pittsburgh night.
I dreamt of her
the other day.
She said, never trust a word,
they lie all the time.
And she kissed my eyelids
with prickly dry kisses.
And as I lay my head
in her lap
I thought about
the soft tones of her voice,
and weaved a basket of grass fronds,
in my mind, in miniature,
behind the front of an old house.
Anonymous asked: Please don't die tonight.
I’m alive! Found a friend to stay with for the night, with a comfy bed to boot. My cat allergies acted up all night, but small price to pay, right? Thanks for your concern, though, anon.
The person I was planning on crashing with tonight bailed.
Oh my god, guys, I think I’m temporarily homeless.
(via never-has-been)
