Aubster

not because i ever thought it was OK

but i was comfortable

i knew where i stood.

We shall not see you again, except those who have something divine to believe. Perhaps you’d have thought we’d wane But this quadrennial date we grieve.

This type of impact impressed A generation of classmates, both friend and fiend. Was this, for you, but a game? Or what made you so desperate to leave?

do my scars spell it out for you?

do my legs read;

brave   

or

weak?

strong

or cowardly?

does my story work for you? 

is it neat and well packaged and clean?

is it messy and gritty like all must-see tv?

what do you see in my calendar? 

the hour long commutes?

the doctor after doctor?

ghost + greenhouse

buy a print

I Know the End / Phoebe Bridgers