"you had such a thirst for knowledge; and now school has ruined that."
"Are you the SAT because I’d do you for 3 hours and 45 minutes with a 10 minute break halfway through for snacks, and then I can stare at you for like 10 minutes and think ‘wow, I hope I don’t ruin this.’"
"Mother, he is a gentleman.
He is a builder with bricks of moonlight.
He knows the secret places of the earth.
He washes the sleep from the eyes of the souls.
He lets them look on beauty.
He lets them tell him they hate him.
In the mornings, I gather berries and apples.
I scrub his back with rind.
I weave spider-spit, eyelash.
He talks in his sleep: pudding, fire, discus,
the things he misses.
He breathes, Your body is my orchard.
I am undulating grass.
I am a field of wheat he parts with his fingers.
Poppies bloom in my veins.
When he kisses me, he tastes pomegranate.
The night crawls nearer.
The moans of the dead roll and swell.
Mother, we are well."
"I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me."
Can’t you feel the future holding it’s breath
as you walk down empty streets at night,
stopping between each lamppost, in the darkness,
waiting for a miracle to flash across the sky.
The concrete is cracking underfoot
with the groan of a million lost adventures
as you flick your knife across the clouds
counting planets in the smog; shining, muted lights
barely reach your feet.
Don’t you feel the future holding it’s breath
as you stand beneath a universe unfolding —
no one in sight.
Don’t you count the moments it would take
for your entire world to change, as you are whisked away
to live another day, in a future dreamed of
We stand beside walls and trace doorways to a million worlds.
We walk beneath the sun and watch for flares to erupt around us.
We lie awake and ponder what kind of heroes we could be.
We fall asleep and dream of all the miracles missing from this life we lead.
I’ve used the “well, how do you know? Have you TRIED it?”
I’ve also used that “well, it’s not real sex, you know?”
The last one, I was at a party and this guy started getting aggro about me being gay. He gets on my nerves for the last time so I just lean in, and go, “you know, I just don’t know how straight people do it. I mean, it’s not REAL sex.” And the guy goes “What?!”
And I just go, “well yeah. In real sex, nobody has to fake coming.”
I’ve never seen someone shut their mouth so quickly in my life. It was like watching a mantis shrimp.
This sign is in my doctors office above the scale and I really love it. It actually made me feel a lot better after reading it
The anthropologists decided that this tribe was to remain “uncontacted”.
This is one of the best things iv seen today
"The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too."
"but dreams don’t mean a thing because you loved me in my sleep and when I saw you two days later you looked at me like you were never mine"
My mother told me that when you dream about someone they feel it too but you’re so cold you couldn’t feel my heart breaking in your hands (via extrasad