could probably watch the lcd soundsystem movie over and over and never get tired of it :’)
The first time I say I love you, your face
crumbles. You look at me
the way man stares in terror
at the stars and the sea.
You grasp your head, fist
your hair, hiss, whisper why me
why me I am weak I am
dirt I am dust I am
Why you? Because
the earth is made of dust
and dirt and you are as
essential to me as earth
is to sky; you give me something
to set my sun against.
The dirt and the dust are not
weak. I could build a house
out of you; you are the roof
when I rain.
I have meant to say many things
more mysterious or at least compelling
turn left at charming
let me be transparent,
my big, clumsy heart swollen and
when I met you,
flowers started growing
in the darkest parts of my mind
More and more these days I find myself objectively looking back, searching along the seams for some sort of tell or loose string. I can’t tell you how badly I want to find myself back there again. At least for a second, so we can find the thing we sought. Maybe all that ever was, all it ever amounted to, was just the subtext. A conversation about everything we weren’t actually saying—Morse Code or smoke signals. The resurrected tin can line.
I miss everything a lot less than I used to.
The repeated image of two people pressed up against the glass. I can’t get it out of my head, and it still makes my hands shake—the idea of getting so excruciatingly close to someone, close but never close enough to keep you safe when the glass shatters and the only way to save face is to walk away with your own shards.
It has never had anything to do with making it out unscathed.
I have spent a good amount of money on plant supplies, travel expenses, furniture, band supplies, clothes…(heeeehh), and my tattoo is next!!! thank god for getting paid this week
summer is starting so soon and I am more than prepared for it :3
sometimes you just gotta treat yourself