Love breaks my bones and I laugh. is it fucked up that I always feel weird? No! I love you okay Bathroom graffiti found at Death By Audio, Brooklyn.
It’s all too easy to write off Anti-Flag as the poster-boys of point-blank political punk. Their blunt, anti-authoritarian agenda is on the same side of the political spectrum as Propagandhi, but in terms of the depth of their arguments and the complexity of their…
“Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something.”(via whatalovelythought)
Taking Back Sunday
You are sweet. Thank you :) In a lot of ways I am happy, and in a few ways I am not. Today is just a really weird one.
Albert Goldbarth, “The Sciences Sing a Lullaby”
Masks worn by doctors during the Plague. The protective suit of the plague doctor consisted of a heavy fabric overcoat that was waxed, a mask with glass eye openings and a cone nose shaped like a beak to hold scented substances and straw.
“When you ask how I’ve been, is it appropriate to say that I slept in your shirt the past two nights? To explain the dreams where I wake up only remembering the image of your face? To tell you that the best I’ve ever gotten off alone was when I pretended you were there?
If the premonitions weren’t so clear, I’d make them up anyway.
How do you time things so aptly? Why is today the first we’ve spoken since you told me hanging on was harmful? Can you feel my unidentified sadness? Do you prey on it? Or are you only intending to comfort? If the former, go to hell. Bring me with you. If the latter, those interests would be better served with our bodies entwined.
Oh God, how systematically we fit. I get scared when I picture the arms of another wrapped around me. Scared they will not compare to your hold. Do I miss you, or do I miss us in your bed? Questions I am afraid to answer. All I want are answers.
Why is it always like this? The cyclical nature, the Tilt-A-Whirl of relationship. I know the pattern, but I do not stop it from recurring. I pay the fare, I board the ride, I spin round and round, mistaking adrenaline for euphoria. I might throw up. We move closer together and farther apart simultaneously.
I wish you would fly across the country.
I wish you would come over tonight.
I refuse to allow myself to open up to anyone else. I want it to be you. I want you to notice. I want you to remember. I want you to care.
Or I want you to be gone.
In three weeks, it will be six blocks. The magnetic pull of the universe. But you resist me. Oh, how you resist me. Teach me to reciprocate. Teach me all the methods you use to release and draw me in again and again so that I may be better equipped for combat. The war is won before the first bullet is fired. Failure is impending and inevitable.
Leave me in the trenches.”
June 12, 2014 (via racheldispenza)
I try my best not to every day. And thank you for that.