Androgynous Anarchy

Get lost. In yourself. And the world around you.

[kaethebutcherart]

You Are The Theory In My Head 

by Kaethe Butcher

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[mintgoth]

just learned that the word “ferret” is derived from the Latin word furittus meaning “LITTLE THIEF” and that a group of ferrets is called a BUSINESS and i am absolutely pleased with this new knowledge

[danger]

[evewritespoetry]

[makeuphall]

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[destroymylife]

[masterxdan-deactivated20201025]

[theadventureto-be]

How do you know you like someone

You just kinda get stupid.

[androgynousanarchy]

Collect the hunny

You’re a scare of lavender

I mean a real erotic nightmare

Mixing my nerves and my dreams

A heartbeat of thieves

Tell me the worst thing you did

As a kid

And let me dance in your memory

I just wanna collect her honey.

A keeper of bees.

You’re sticky and sweet.

Give it to me.

[vewn]

[vewn]

[latenights]

Get you a partner who wants to invest in you, listen to you, learn from you, see you win, support your visions & fall in love with you daily

[thelovejournals]

“I almost miss the sound of your voice but know that the rain outside my window will suffice for tonight. I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t spoken in months now and I wanted to tell you that someone threw a bouquet of roses in the trash bin on the corner of my street, and I wanted to cry because, because — well, you know exactly why. And, I guess I’m calling because only you understand how that would break my heart. I’m running out of things to say. My gas is running on empty. I’ve stopped stealing pages out of poetry books, but last week I pocketed a thesaurus and looked for synonyms for you but could only find rain and more rain and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass, like crystal, like an orchestra. I wanted to tell you that I’m not afraid of being moved anymore; Not afraid of this heart packing up its things and flying transcontinental with only a wool coat and a pocket with a folded-up address inside. I’ve saved up enough money to disappear. I know you never thought the day would come. Do you remember when we said goodbye and promised that it was only for then? It’s been years since I last saw you, years since we last have spoken. Sometimes, it gets quiet enough that I can hear the cicadas rubbing their thighs against each other’s. I’ve forgotten almost everything about you already, except that your skin was soft, like the belly of a peach, and how you would laugh, making fun of me for the way I pronounced almonds like I was falling in love with language.””

— Shinji Moon

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