Chomp
I’m eating fruit snacks
With your face on them
And
Mumbling the days
In favor of
Warm retreat
Swim
Get in my head
Jump out of yours
There are things there
That burn too bright
And with too many colors
Hur
Messy messy messy
Is how ferns grow
Curled like
Promised pinkies
And your old cat
Hm
I am writing to write
I am in a tight, warm box
But voices get in
Aha
Catching kisses like
Snowflakes
With
Snake tongues
And
Self-chapped lips
Sproing
The thing I love
Has died
And now
My eyes are scratched
From lashes
Wept free
Seven Ways to Listen to the New Radiohead Album
1. Lying on the roof of the abandoned building where you once went to elementary school
2. Staring at a broken bicycle
3. Drinking gin in an Ikea parking lot at 6 am
4. Naked in the front of the mirror crying softly
5. Painting your bathroom black
6. Combing the hair of a child that isn’t yours
7. Baking a cake that you’re just going to throw away
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(Source: internethistory, via nutellathehun)
Wide
I’m sorry for
The blood
But
When you filled your arms with me
Your eyes were empty.
Steps
We are
Of this Earth
But
We will not
Be blinded by snow
With the moon
To guide us.
