January 2011
65 posts
April, come she will
I rode my bike home with flushed cheeks and a fast heart and the sun was setting later than it did yesterday and tomorrow is the first day of February and maybe soon I can stop waiting for the snow to melt.
Spring is coming soon and it will be all sun and hip bones and hair ties and freckles and bare feet and love.
“Women don’t get raped because they were drinking or took drugs. Women do not get...”
– Jessica Valenti (via sillysocialisthippie)
winter bones
Lately I am overusing the word ‘soon’ and I am spending most of my time in t-shirts and flannels that smell like the space between your collarbones and we are taking refuge in foggy cars and smoky bathrooms and 4 to a bed clutching plastic cups and glass bottles, trying to fight the flu with anything but a good nights sleep. and always, always we are walking quick and breathing short,...
all year long we wait for sun
breathe breathe breathe
this is the hardest time and the hardest part and I keep thinking about how I wanted to make it better and to be better and talk about how the steelers are in the superbowl because you think it’s funny that I like football. and I want to take you to Pittsburgh for some almond cake and for that bridge because I know how much you like them and, really, sometimes they...
4 tags
closing time
for white knuckles and string lights and disposable cameras. for white comforters and blue skies painted on the ceiling. for PBR. for being a little bit faded and entirely too young to be anything less than invincible. for that song and the way you thanked me. for the ways we’re trying to keep warm this winter. for patience. for spring.
my body sends you postcards from all its darkest...
this is the hardest time of night for both of us, when your eyelids are heavy and I have to drag myself away from these keys and this bed and be brave but I want you to know I can feel you. I want you to know I can’t stop thinking about you, I want you to know that instead of everything turning grey when you left, I see you in everything that is beautiful instead and you’re still...
I’m waking up in a bed that isn’t mine and isn’t ours and I’m still in my jeans and sweater and parts of me feel empty, like the space between my fingers and on my chest where you like to put your head in the morning, but so much of me feels full. this is the earliest I’ve been up in a long time and the morning feels like something new and today feels like something...
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The Westboro Baptist Church plans to picket American University next Friday, January 14th (PRESS RELEASE: http://www.godhatesfags.com/fliers/20110105_American-University-DC-Jan-14.pdf). I encourage you NOT to respond to this group’s hatred with more hatred — not with negative words, acts of aggression, disrespect, or anything to give this group exactly the kind of attention...