Product Placement
Not today Justin
Stranger Things
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One Nice Bug Per Day
i don't do bad sauce passes
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d e v o n
trying on a metaphor
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
hello vonnie
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Jules of Nature
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Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever
oozey mess
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@nickawest
Your heart is a locked box
and I know the combination
I have the spare the key
I know all the secrets
you keep hidden there
because they aren't secrets from me.
I know you.
And you know me the same.
-- my love is like a treasure chest filled with explosives
We know that time is an illusion, something made up to satisfy our own need for order, for understanding, and that yesterday doesn't inherently separate today no matter how much champagne is drunk or fireworks light up the sky.
Still, a line must be drawn, and this is the sand we have collectively chosen to be our fresh start, to be our rebirth.
--New Year
I grow alone slowly taller wildly but still I grow
seed
Love: soft clay in an artist's skilled hands; a seed planted in fresh and fertile soil; dawn spilling light across the sky; a feeling, an emotion, a continuous action to express affection.
definitions
I swear that I can fill this emptiness inside of me with bath bombs and candles and really badass leather jackets and if it hasn't worked yet it's only because I haven't found the right one and there are worse things I could be filling myself with MDMA or fingers and tongues of people who don't care about me so what is the retail therapy hurting-- except my bank account?
Retail Therapy
I will eat up the pain inside of you, the pieces you lost like loose socks under your ribs, the bits you bury deep in the chambers of your heart and pretend aren't there. I will swallow these bitter pills whole. Anything to alleviate your suffering.
Gag reflex
The scars on our hearts and skin don't perfectly align but it's enough to look into your eyes our hands held like magnets and be understood.
ell ohh vee eee
I think, therefore I am. And before you left you told me 'You think too much,' but what you really meant is that I am too much.
Descartes can suck it
I am not afraid of the fire that burns through me and I will not temper the flames to appease your fears.
pyrophobia
There are conversations to be held between your eyes and mine, the subtle tease of your fingertips against my warm palm, as we discuss battle plans and whether or not this is an invasion, an alliance, or unconditional surrender.
Negotiations
You offer yourself as a feast, and I, a glutton, cannot resist the temptation.
hunger
Death doesn't actually seem that bad after sitting on the couch for six hours straight (your body a statue in a lonely museum) and you can't remember what you watched or read or ate and you have to wonder what's so great about being alive anyway?
Marble
It seems like everyone else is so much more open alive happy put together like this is a movie and they have a script like this is a dance and they know the song like this is a fight and they’ve been kicking your ass on playgrounds for years and suddenly it’s escalated to weapons and you don’t have a knife
and you’re bleeding and you’ve been bleeding
Your anger, which lives in your fists and your eyes, is a supernova-- the cry of dying star. And you explode in a rage of fire and light again and again until I wonder how you have fuel left to burn.
a phoenix, or something like it
Isn't this freedom? Is this not what it means to be free? A body unbound standing on the shore and told "There's the sun. Build your wings. Fly away." As if that's enough. Aim not too high. Aim not too low. The sun will punish you for ambition for pride for thinking that having wings means you deserve the sky. And the waves will drown you for your weakness for your humility. They will soak your wings in salt water and let you sink.
feathers and wax
When I was young and made of glass every fall left chips and fractures that required glue to mend so I turned my outsides to diamonds left you dazzled when you looked but just you try to break me now.
Clarity
Some days I feel like a bomb barely containing a concussive force and other days I feel like the rubble and ruins left in its wake.