And repeat after me with your heart: I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself. Arkem: My favourite part is that little laugh in the background. Me: Right? This song is weird and awesome and really spoken word poetry with a musical accompaniment. You should listen to it now.
(battle scars) so one day a boy will come along with lips that taste like gunpowder and he will make you feel like your body is a war zone, will kiss your neck and plant mines beneath your skin and set them off with long, trailing fingers — and sometimes you will feel like you […]
My Honest Poem I was born on July 22nd. I hear that makes me a Leo. I don’t really know what that means. Iʼm five foot six (and a half). I weigh 145 pounds. I donʼt know how to swim. And Iʼm a sucker for a girl with a nice smile and clean sneakers. Iʼm […]
My fire-eating career came to an end when I could no longer tell when to spit and when to swallow. Last night in Amsterdam, 1,000 tulips burned to death. I have an alibi. When I walked by your garden, your hand grenades were in bloom. You caught me playing loves me, loves me not, metal […]
So I’ve been going through my junk writing file. And partly because I wrote most of it while not fully conscious, and partly because I haven’t filed or tagged any of this stuff since some time in March, I’ve entirely forgotten writing most of what’s in there. Which is cool and weird and confusing. Cool […]
This song has an eerie kind of way of creeping into your head and getting stuck there on a loop. I don’t really know what most of it means but the chorus line of, You and me, we’re just fine is lovely even if it’s the only part your understand.