poetry, edm
128 posts
oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt. and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
i didnt listen when they warn me not to play with love
i think the weirdest thing is having left over information about someone. like i still know someone’s favorite girl name. or their favorite season. or someone’s address. i remember someone’s favorite ice cream flavors. and someone’s favorite childhood book. and the mental disorder their uncle has. i remember the ages and birthdays of their siblings. i remember the song they said they’d sing to their spouse. where do i put this down? where do i learn to forget?
Lured (1947) dir. Douglas Sirk
I WANNA MAKE MORE MISTAKES
you still have so many years to meet so many people you never knew you could love so much
2013 vma will always be the best vma
Hi
someone needs to take the taylor swift subreddit away from me
Kait Rokowski
taylor said london boy for the straights and false god for the gays and we have to stan her for that!
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It’s a miracle we ever met by Hallie Bateman
““i won’t ask you to come back,” she says. “all i ask is that you tell me you felt it too; the love, the yearning for one another. just tell me that you were happy, even for a little while, please, tell me that i made you happy.””
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i wonder if you still read my poems. if you do, i think about us sometimes too. but I’m glad youre not here anymore and i hope you’ve become a better person than you were before.
Snowing at sea
ain’t that a bitch
“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”
— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Grease (1978)
Yipes!