happy i wanted you warm and close as fresh laundry and here we are tuesday

happy of course you love me, you’re wearing one of my socks tuesday

hanya yanagihara “he is so lonely that he sometimes feels it physically, a sodden clump of dirty laundry pressing against his chest. he cannot unlearn the feeling” vs heather christle “I sometimes imagine a metaphysical strainer I could rinse my body through, until I am whole and clean in the sink, and all the despair is held separate and dripping above. I imagine i could toss it away” vs chen chen “I wish I could peel / all my sadness in one long strip off my skin / & toss it in a bucket. no one would have to carry it. / it would just sit there & be punished. / it would just sit there & think about everything it’s done”