i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me
by Stephen Michael McDowell
i'm sick of being literally dead so let’s fuckin make a baby [just kidding i brought condoms] waves bleed against enlarged bodies of these semi-fluid patterns of us and we are wrapped around each other hoping to one day understand ourselves and feeling sure we can’t but either way i don’t mean that staring at each other for hours is a waste of anything just that right now we are together and one day we won’t be so i'm not joking when i say i'd rather see the new batman movie and not that meryl streep bullshit divorce comedy, okay, yolo |