thought, What it’s time for is a garden. Or a croissant factory. What kind of work do I need to be doing? My parents said: Doctor, married to lawyer. The faucet said: Drip, drop, your life sucks.
rthorsfeltje citiraoпре 3 године
No one had the time & our solution to it was to buy shinier watches.
rthorsfeltje citiraoпре 3 године
It rained & we stayed inside. Played a few rounds of backgammon. We used our indoor voices. It got so quiet I asked God about the afterlife. Its existence, human continued existence. He said Oh. That. Then sent his angel again. Who said Ummmmmmm.
rthorsfeltje citiraoпре 3 године
Lemme get back to you. The angel sounded like me, early twenties, unpaid interning. Proficient in fetching coffee, sending super vague emails. It got so bad God personally had to speak to me. This was annoying because I’m not a religious person. I thought I’d made this clear to God by reading Harry Potter & not attending church except for gay weddings. God did not listen to me. God is not a good listener.
rthorsfeltje citiraoпре 3 године
I am not the heterosexual neat freak my mother raised me to be. I am a gay sipper, & my mother has placed what’s left of her hope on my brothers. She wants them to gulp up the world, spit out solid degrees, responsible grandchildren ready to gobble.
♡emma♡je citiraoпре 3 године
I want this winter
inside my lungs
♡emma♡je citiraoпре 3 године
on everyone. Because who knows what will happen,
but I want to, baby, want to believe it’s always possible
to love bigger & madder, even after two, three, four years,
four decades. I want a love as dirty as a snowball fight
♡emma♡je citiraoпре 3 године
i ask you to tell me a story about your life
& you tell me you’ve left for another country
♡emma♡je citiraoпре 3 године
It keeps your rage room temperature. I’ve been thinking
about how the world is actually unbearable
♡emma♡je citiraoпре 3 године
I’m envious
of the redwood who never has to say I am & who will