thought, What it’s time for is a garden. Or a croissant factory. What kind of work do I need to be doing? My parents said: Doctor, married to lawyer. The faucet said: Drip, drop, your life sucks.
rthorsfelthas quoted3 years ago
No one had the time & our solution to it was to buy shinier watches.
rthorsfelthas quoted3 years ago
It rained & we stayed inside. Played a few rounds of backgammon. We used our indoor voices. It got so quiet I asked God about the afterlife. Its existence, human continued existence. He said Oh. That. Then sent his angel again. Who said Ummmmmmm.
rthorsfelthas quoted3 years ago
Lemme get back to you. The angel sounded like me, early twenties, unpaid interning. Proficient in fetching coffee, sending super vague emails. It got so bad God personally had to speak to me. This was annoying because I’m not a religious person. I thought I’d made this clear to God by reading Harry Potter & not attending church except for gay weddings. God did not listen to me. God is not a good listener.
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I am not the heterosexual neat freak my mother raised me to be. I am a gay sipper, & my mother has placed what’s left of her hope on my brothers. She wants them to gulp up the world, spit out solid degrees, responsible grandchildren ready to gobble.
♡emma♡has quoted3 years ago
I want this winter
inside my lungs
♡emma♡has quoted3 years ago
on everyone. Because who knows what will happen,
but I want to, baby, want to believe it’s always possible
to love bigger & madder, even after two, three, four years,
four decades. I want a love as dirty as a snowball fight
♡emma♡has quoted3 years ago
i ask you to tell me a story about your life
& you tell me you’ve left for another country
♡emma♡has quoted3 years ago
It keeps your rage room temperature. I’ve been thinking
about how the world is actually unbearable
♡emma♡has quoted3 years ago
I’m envious
of the redwood who never has to say I am & who will