You deserve more than a girl who
won’t use blue ink, not even to tell you
she’s gone to get eggs.
You will take the unfinished beer
as note enough
and swallow the remains.
You deserve more
morning drink, but you will finish it because
you both deserve the poison.
When you go, take the lead
with you, the India ink
and restaurant crayons.
Leave her the blues.
Tell her to promise to write -
know that she won’t.
WHO NEEDS EXTREME SPORTS WHEN MAKING GROWNUP PHONE CALLS GIVES ME MORE ADRENALINE THAN I WILL EVER NEED FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE
— Richard Siken
— Alexis Pope, excerpt from “A No Good Seasonal Depression”
boys are just so cute and nice I wanna hold their hands then stab them in their dumb fucking piece of shit faces
I have two antique chairs in my room, both of which I hardly ever sit on because I prefer them without human bones bothering their backs. I’m in a good mood, less things are looming and I found my first slug of the summer yesterday. I haven’t left my green boots in over a week and the scar under my nose is beginning to fade. These are all nice things and I’m trying to stay green and fading and less constantly looming.