GET IT OUT OF ME
hell

brightlightsloudnoises:

the bedsprings go
up and down
and the light switch
goes off and on
and my car left for
what seems is the last time.

you say you’re
strong
because you can go against
your heart,

i think it’s stronger to
go with your heart;

to
follow it
through
hell
if
that’s where it
wants to go,

to stand with
it
on uneven ground,

on fire

in your arms 

russmcclintock:

Untitled (maximalism)

russmcclintock:

Untitled (maximalism)

figured we’d have meal-pills by now.

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I wanna feast like the Jetsons.

Anything you crave in one tiny, colorful capsule. Any flavor, course, or cuisine in one simple swallow.

No more grocery shopping, no more hot stoves and broiling ovens, no more setting the table or constant sinks full of dishes.

One pill for breakfast. Pancakes with butterscotch syrup sunny side-up eggs turkey sausage. Wash it down with milk.

One pill for lunch. Chicken salad sandwich on rye cinnamon-spiced apples grilled zucchini. Wash it down with orange juice

One pill for dinner. Smoked lemon tilapia green bean casserole creamy macaroni and cheese. Wash it down with lemonade.

All the nutrition and satiation of actual eating minus the bloated carbohydrate-loaded midsection bulging over pants or,
sluggish innards still stuffed with the spoils of last meal or,
mouth retching down another bite to silence a sobbing stomach who insists it’s still hungry despite being fed a mere few hours ago.

I wanna feast like the Jetsons.

Dear British People: (A haiku)

it used to offend

till you word abusing cunts

ruined all my fun

these days

brightlightsloudnoises:

these days have been
poison
for the soul
with
short
tremendous
breaks

these days have
been lonelier
than the teenage
days

they are the rainbow
sheen
over gasoline

and they are
mean

they are a stack of bricks
in
a parking lot

a
bird
hopping
along
a rail

they are wednesday nights
and sunday mornings

and a hell of
a lot kinder than
tomorrow

"Marla’s philosophy of life was that she might die at any minute. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t."

"Marla’s philosophy of life was that she might die at any minute. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t."