i hate looking ugly the first time i meet someone like wait i can do better than this i swear
This is a nightmare you now have frequently:
that a man will come to your house at evening
with a hole in him — you place it
in the chest, on the left side— and blood leaking out
onto the wooden door as he leans against it.
He is a man in the act of vanishing
one way or another.
He wants you to let him in.
He is like the soul of a dead
lover, come back to the surface of the Earth
because he did not have enough of it and is still hungry
but he is far from dead. Though the hair
lifts on your arms and cold
air flows over your threshold
from him, you have never
seen anyone so alive
as he touches, just touches your hand
with his left hand, the clean
one, and whispers Please
in any language.
You are not a doctor or anything like it.
You have led a plain life
which anyone looking would call blameless.
On the table behind you
there are bread on a plate, fruit in a bowl.
There is one knife. There is one chair.
It is spring, and the night wind
is moist with the smell of turned loam
and the early flowers;
the moon pours out it’s beauty
which you see as beauty finally,
warm and offering everything.
You have only to take.
In the distance you hear dogs barking.
Your door is either half open
or half closed.
It stays that way and you cannot wake.
When people try asking you about the future and your plans for college and you’re just like
nash grier in a few months
complete panic in one screenshot
person: “hey can i have some of your food?”
petition for disney to make a whole new channel dedicated to old shows
i hate having crushes as much as i love having crushes
fat isn’t an insult skinny isn’t a compliment they’re just words describing body types please drill that in your heads
when people call me fat