after the fist fight that left his knuckles
like red wine on fresh-turned dirt.
All this time, and I always wanted to ask
if his blood on your hands
felt some kind of sacred.
I don’t think either of us were ever
any good for him.
Because you loved him bruised,
and I loved him bloody—
I know how it sounds, believe me, and
I have torn through rabbit holes
hunting for a better heart,
but I’ve got a weak spot for broken boys
is my most disgusting feature.
You may not have loved him well,
but at least you loved him halfway whole.
Me? I would have kissed
the broken teeth from his mouth
and kept them all for myself.
I would have cracked open his crème brûlée chest
and eaten out the insides—
hung up his twisted x-rays on my walls
so I could never forget the look of a ruined heart.
I don’t break them myself, you see.
I just go collecting in the aftermath.
Grave robber for the still alive:
I may not kill anyone,
but I have never been afraid
to take what I need
written by Ashe Vernon, ”Bad Habits”
feeling super anxious. I can’t have 5 days off a week. it’s too much. I can’t do this much free time. I’ve been feeling more and more intolerant. everyone is getting on my nerves. I just need a change. I don’t know. gah.
Oakland Drops Beats is downtown Oakland’s first ever music crawl. Ten venue spaces. Ten different event producers. One outdoor stage. And over 25 live acts.
make it happen Bay Area!
zombie-babe asked: do you have a link to that bong cleaning tutorial by any chance?
it’s on my YouTube, there’s a link on my blog in the about me section!
one day I did some acid and I met up with my friend and we got sushi and we sat at the bar and the sushi chef just kept feeding us. it was amazing.
he smiles every time I kiss him. he makes me laugh more times a day than I can count. we already act like we’ve known each other forever. I wonder what’s gonna happen.