this is how it works... ur young until ur not.... u love until u dont.... u try until u cant... u laugh until u cry.... u cry until u laugh... and everyone must breath until their dying breath.... /lyr

diversity win! your unreliable narrator is gay

A glitch on a TV screen /Our heavenly bodies / reflecting off of each other in the dark/ glittering skin in our body fluids / of golds and blues / glowing like phosphorescence/of condensed dust made of angels /in your apartment in a Chicago high rise/ we are a collection of recycled dying stars

"you look tired" well the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease

Never trust both your eyes, close one from time to time and make sure one of them’s not a liar.

men will have the same dream multiple times a week for six years wherein their ex lover (imagined here as god) explains how she has completely moved on (it took two years) and how one day you will move on too (it will take twenty years) and how the version of her that loved you is dead and she reacts with pity and discomfort and utter indifference when you try to kiss her one last time. sorry this was gonna be an 'instead of going to therapy' joke but now I'm just thinking about how fucked that scene was. Jesus fucking christ

literally true love is possible only in the next world for new people it is too late for us

if i could have any superpower it would be to have my teeth be brushed without having to move or even think about it. just every morning and night like clockwork, it’s already done for me.

sorry dude can’t hang out I’m making up scenarios in my head. sorry no it’s gonna take up all my time.

stepped on a plum (overripe plum) (barefoot) it was on the driveway got out of the car and accidentally (didn't know it was there) stepped on the plum (warm) (on the ground) (it had fallen from the tree) barefoot (no shoes) wearing long pants (too long) (need to hem them) plum viscera got on them (the pants) unexpected plum on the driveway (hot plum) (97 degrees out) already super hungover (throwing up all morning) (should not have been driving at all) and I stepped out of the car (black car) (97 degrees out) and onto the plum (unexpected) (didn't know the plum was there) and it burst (plum nightmare on my only good pair of sweatpants) still we find ways to keep ourselves going from day to day

happy one year anniversary to possibly the best plum poem since william carlos williams' "this is just to say"