December 2009
44 posts
“Can’t wait till you get here this Intangible Quadrarmy Batallion will be...”
– Dia, On New Year’s Eve.
clinomania
solartime:
brianomnidillon:
sarahroseparty:
an overwhelming desire to stay in bed; esp. on a snowy (or rainy) day
“My album covers are not sexual at all, which was an issue at my record label. I...”
– Lady Gaga
Why not Team Bella? →
How to talk to girls who are obsessed with the self-destructive heroine of “New Moon”
today you will:
wake up to wanting hand wrung sheets, abused with gear shifting stillness cold. Your pants are drawn tight. Like a buoy in the soft flaming desert of the snow outside. You will notice the flecks of solitary flesh debris caught in the light on your floor. Want of shuffling, of dancing, of mix ups, cool downs, an argument. Your mouth retains spit like a sick birdbath, want of a pitcher to dip and...
Christmas shopping.
Walking behind you through the cosmetics aisle in Wal Mart
you select technicolor fruit for my mother like it was already mold laden
I wish I could ask you about the blush
whether you’ve ever seen her cheeks without it
the scars she covers for you
trenches dug with your manhood sandbox shovel
filled brimming with flailing flesh putty
this is her warfare
she is a runaway
you are the...
“So I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in...”
– Pablo Neruda
Mr. Davis
Me: Miles fucking Davis. It's goddamn sexy.
Krs10: You know it. I have a metaphorical glass of red fucking wine every time I listen to it.
WatchMarilyn you’re a bad girl.
Yes, boobies.
(I send Joy a picture of my boobies shirt.)
Joy: Hahahahahahahahahahaahah. Oh boy. That is fabulous...
Kristen: Yeeah... I'm actually wearing that shirt right now. I love boobies.
Joy: I know you do doll. You are the booby queen.
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We do it because...”
– Dead Poets Society
maritime.
treesfromwhichtohangfrom:
This is an open snow kissed night You have a full moon smile Pull me like tide Ships engulf the jetty when tempted Sprinkle oak splinter stern across ragged barrier I abandoned loverlogged anchor at sea Dim your lighthouse Open the ports Let me rest.
