#spilled inn

[finchjpeg]

A 1 am poem informally entitled 'for Taylor' and formally titled 'regular' and it's about being a woman and wondering if all of this can be right.

[twiceblndsidny]

it's what we want forever (city galleries phasing a decade agave)

traft cracking sugar loaf will you ever read me shill the parks jt lot don’t fuck fat no you NSAIDs you wouldn’t fuck fat in the neon glow of the fried restaurant fuck your youbcrushes you crushed it between you moving movements he ate you out in my recall younstill sang what had to be sung echoing Epping

let’s listen let’s not wrapped up in toilet paper left me for the gods they gave me homecoming

and annage of echoes MGM

[stargazerinmoksha]

I’ll love you until my hair no longer holds the night. Would you love me if I knew grey clouds and kissed white flowers that colored my youth? What if I fade? Would you bring more pencils to draw us anew? I’d love for you to be yourself and paint us. Let’s be a painting. A masterpiece. A poem.

Love me when I’m grey?

[inthecrowds-blog]

She's not conformatively opinionated She's not educationally opinionated She's self opinionated That's why I love her.