it’s okay if you want to stay insi… listen to a Bon Iver song on repe… eat too much ice cream and think about all the girls that got away
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
dear deity as the world continues to fall apa… in my heart it is clear to me that you do not hear me that you do not fear for me
if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
