UNPUNK

“I liked you before I met you,” you said with a joint between us, slow deception between your lips. My ass of a roommate had showed you my books, my Sharpied windows, my one suitcase, and you liked me before you met me. “I’ve never met anyone like you” is a line I hear all the time, not because it’s true, but because no one really meets anyone. But I believed it from out-of-breath you. Whenever you recount truths, you talk like you’re running after your lungs. You almost choked when you told me you loved me, with a joint between us. “She’s not you, she’s not you.” There was always a joint between us, and other women between my nails. I laughed, with all the gasps you gave me. People had told you too many things about me, showed you too many things about me, and you loved too many empty things about me: my countries, my iTunes, my aquarium films. You didn’t love me, or like me before you met me, or exhale past the smoke and mirrors between us. You liked joints before you met joints, but you don’t know how to inhale.

(This American boy is currently in one of those ivies, and he is engaged.)

the ex boyfriend series

tags: I think I am homeless.

tinyaquarium:

“I liked you before I met you,” you said with a joint between us, slow deception between your lips. My ass of a roommate had showed you my books, my Sharpied windows, my one suitcase, and you liked me before you met me. “I’ve never met anyone like you” is a line I hear all the time, not because it’s true, but because no one really meets anyone. But I believed it from out-of-breath you. Whenever you recount truths, you talk like you’re running after your lungs. You almost choked when you told me you loved me, with a joint between us. “She’s not you, she’s not you.” There was always a joint between us, and other women between my nails. I laughed, with all the gasps you gave me. People had told you too many things about me, showed you too many things about me, and you loved too many empty things about me: my countries, my iTunes, my aquarium films. You didn’t love me, or like me before you met me, or exhale past the smoke and mirrors between us. You liked joints before you met joints, but you don’t know how to inhale.
(This American boy is currently in one of those ivies, and he is engaged.)

the ex boyfriend series

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tags: truth

illkim:

I’m really good at flirting with people when I’m not interested in them

(Source: illkim, via chrisnolan)

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i thought maybe if i just wandered about a bit, i might bump into her again.

(via ausoir)

tags: life is easy

i thought maybe if i just wandered about a bit, i might bump into her again.

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from Catherine Barnett, “Fields of No One to Ask”

(Source: poetryeater)

tags: life is easy

"Everyone asks us what we’re afraid of
but children aren’t supposed to say.
We could put loneliness on the list.
We could put the list on the list, its infinity.
We could put infinity down."

lies of a contrarian

"Kafka said, A book must be an axe for the frozen sea inside us, which sounds great, but what good is an axe against a frozen sea? Perhaps this is why he said, while dying,Destroy everything."

"for a long time I wanted no one to know about me, and then I wanted everyone to know about my anonymity and for everyone to understand this as their punishment;"

"If Heaven remain unyielding, I shall move Hell."

"Everyone asks us what we’re afraid of but children aren’t supposed to say. We could put loneliness on the list. We could put the list on the list, its infinity. We could put infinity down."

"Kafka said, A book
must be an axe

for the frozen sea
inside us, which sounds

great, but what good
is an axe against

a frozen sea?
Perhaps this is why

he said, while dying,
Destroy everything."

"for a long time I wanted
no one to know about me,
and then I wanted
everyone to know about my anonymity
and for everyone to understand this as
their punishment;"

"If Heaven remain unyielding,
I shall move Hell."

"Everyone asks us what we’re afraid of
but children aren’t supposed to say.
We could put loneliness on the list.
We could put the list on the list, its infinity.
We could put infinity down."