Pizza Go Kart
I miss the comfortable silences and naked minds; the smell of sullen smoked cigarettes on stair steps and your blue stares from brown eyes. I miss the tired nights turned tangled mornings and the way you spoke my name like the answer to a question - soft and sanguine, inside-out. Our words fell face-first, unrehearsed from mouths kept honest, where crooked teeth felt at home. Alone, my days still end, but I still feel your fingers on my skin.
I warned you
Fellow citizens of Catopia have dreams about me
Dada Land: The Voyage
when u accidentally drop ur phone on ur face.
I will never understand why anybody would ever take a picture of a dead animal on the sidewalk/road and post it online thinking its funny or cool.
The fuck is wrong with you
I don’t remember the last time I’ve slept for longer than two hours at night.
Also I have heartburn and it sucks.
We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.