ATHAZAGORAPHOBIA

Solo's writing blog - French / English - reblog whatever you want to

[solnis]

here’s (at last) the illustrations i did for a wonderful poem of the wonderful @uselessjigsaw (poke @poigneedeporte) !!!!!!!!!!!!!! go check their poetry blog i love their writing (and i love them. as a person. solo i miss you)

hope you like it (even if i think my drawings are not as good as the poem)

[uselessjigsaw]

Go check out their artblog they're an amaeing artist (and a great person and friend!! ♡)

[poigneedeporte]

what were you thinking of when we first kissed? i saw you staring at the water. what were you thinking of? of a former lover you once brought to the river? of how happy you were? for me, i was thinking of the months we spent not touching each other i can say it now, it felt wrong the whole time.

[poigneedeporte]

I’m carving roses out of concrete To forget the night I dreamt That someone asked you about our first kiss But I woke up Seconds before your reply.

[poigneedeporte]

A modern love story

This is the story of a girl who cuts her hair everytime she wants to cut herself. When she’s bald she starts shaving her armpits, then her legs, her pubes, arms, eyebrows, everything. But she still wants to cut herself so she goes out, and what I didn’t tell you is that this girl’s a lesbian, so when she goes out she meets this other girl who thinks that this hairless person is the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen so they kiss and start dating and little by little the first girl’s hair grows back but they remain deeply in love with each other and get married and have a lot of adopted children.

[poigneedeporte]

Picture July as a happy month Tearing pictures out of magazines To cover the walls of your dreams You let your room grow so old With your dolls lying on the floor Remember their cherry-cola kisses When all the boys were attractive

There is no in-between Fishes on the ceilling

Being a slut for the angels Has never been too much fun Play the record louder as your father shouts It was a penalty, you never stopped haunting me I can see your face in every passing plane It became so ugly when you lied to me Socrates said I should have seized the day

There is no in-between Fishes on the ceilling