There is a phone booth across from my street. It...
“The next thing is going to be so goddamn beautiful, so goddamn easy, you’re not even going to have to try. The next time there is going to be no hurling with your fingers dug far, far inside the gaps between your ribs. This one time, when it comes, there will be no more slipping through the cracks and everything, absolutely everything will be insurmountable. It’s just going to...
“If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking,...– - Mercutio in William Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet
As writers, we capitalize on our sorrows.
To sum up:
We are in the field behind the elementary school I once attended seven years ago. I am tucked away on a bench that would have been in shadow had it been more strategically placed under a tree. There is a man holding a giant reflective panel over this girl’s head whose expression appears to be that of an unsuspecting victim. She is neither unsuspecting or victimized, however; she is feigning...
Love & Old Lace →
The fruits of today’s photo shoot. My model is: www.expression-k.tumblr.com
Who won’t you be, my dear? Why won’t you be my girl? Why won’t you be my girl? Where do you draw the line? The curve of your back, or The strands of your hair more Are the pencil stretch barricade? Where do you draw the line? When you are dead, asleep Holding no warmth to reap Will you lie in my fingers’ shade? Promise me your lifeless lips And mine...
“Oh look at me, look at me! I just turned seventeen, I’m still...– — Natalie by The Daisy Riots
“Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: lets go.”– — E. E. Cummings (via lovecanthurt)
"Love, sometimes, is tiring."
It was an uneventful day just like any other; dull and victim to routine — but it is on uneventful days like this that the most remarkable things tend to happen, and this was one such day. Her mother was making dinner so she had gone to the yard with the tablet of chocolate that her father had brought home after work the other night. She did not know where her father worked, just that he...
Today, as though they had announced from some unforeseen tower, the arrival of this most predictable day, the red king heard and bowed his head. His hair raced from the heights of his thrown down to the likes of me and engulfed me at once. I was his drowning victim as I found in his strands all of my past passions. And then to save my life I confessed to him that all my love’s a lie. All my...
Obsenely obscure, obscurely obscene.
At the helicopter convention, they won’t teach you to fly. But you can go. Bring back your propeller arms and we will learn to use them to chop up firewood while spinning in circles. Firewood for our fire that we will use to burn all of your past lover’s clothes. And you will cry when she goes up in flames. I will be trying not to burst to smithereens, be split to ribbons, or feel what...
Snap. What you do to glowsticks to light them up.Take me up the same way like a whip and stir the air. Snap. Spark my spine. Break me alive.
In the middle of the floor, eyes to the ceiling, I...
in all honesty quite frankly
This one time I woke up to the middle of a Smiths song playing really late at night. I thought of you then. I thought about you yelling and screaming and throwing a fit - except much more beautiful like a fish on the bank out of water before it dies. I wished your voice would somehow slip underneath my skin like a badly handled razor. How badly I wished for you to bruise me on the insides. How...