The Oh Hellos finally went on tour and how could I apologize to the people next to me at the concert for how loud I sang?
They are my favorite band.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 2:33 PM UTC
How about a game between two forces? Might be interesting to watch.
I’ve never taken physics, so if one train that is 50 tons rushed up Lake Shore Drive north at 7,000 MPH, and another train that is 51 tons also RUSHED down Lake Shore Drive south at 7,001 MPH,,,
Then I would have no idea what happens to them physically.
I’d just see nightmares of metal and hear a Jackson Pollack painting for the first and hopefully last time.
Aug 16, 2023
Aug 16, 2023 at 8:24 PM UTC
SING FOR FEELING
SING FOR NOW
SING FOR LETTING GO OF WHAT YOU WANT SOMEHOW
SING FOR LOVING
SING FOR LOSS
SING FOR HEALING BROKEN HEARTS AT ANY COST
WIND IS WITHIN US ALL
WE LIVE THROUGH A DOWNFALL
FALLING FIRST TO RISE
LIVING WON’T LAST FOR LONG
WE CAN SCREAM A NEW SONG
KNOCK DOWN EVERY PEAK
THERE’S A NEW WIND COMING FROM WITHIN OURSELVES
BLOWING DOWN MOUNTAINS AS IT PASSES BY
WHILE WE NEVER HAD TO SING FOR OUR LIVES BEFORE
WE SING TO A PERMANENT SKY
SO THIS WON’T BE THE LAST SONG ON EARTH
SING FOR BIRTHDAYS
SING FOR ROCKS
SING FOR EVERY TEAR THAT LINES OUR MOURNING TALKS
SING FOR LIVING
SING FOR DEATH
SING FOR EVERY SINGLE MOMENTARY BREATH
A TERRACOTTA CRUST
FROZEN OVER TIME MUST
BOUND OUR HEARTS NO MORE
WHEN GRAVITY IS STRANGE
WE CAN MAKE A BIG CHANGE
FLY FAR OFF THE GROUND
THERE’S A TRUE LAW RISING TO THE FIRMAMENT
FORMING NEW PAIRS AS IT CHARTERS LAND
WHILE WE NEVER HAD TO LIVE FOR TWO LIVES BEFORE
WE LIVE TO SHARE LIFE HAND IN HAND
SO THIS WON’T BE THE LAST SONG
INSTEAD WE’LL SING
MUSIC OF ANGELS TEACHING US TO CARVE
TECTONIC PLATES SCULPTED WITH OUR BARE HANDS
AND OUR FATHERS AND SISTERS WILL
LEND OUT THEIR DUST
TO JOIN IN OUR SONG
AND LIVE OUT THEIR BREATHS
THROUGH US ALL ALONG
WITH BASS AND WITH DRUMS
FOR EONS, FOR LIFE
THROUGH KINGDOMS OF HAZE
AND SCALING THROUGH MAIZE
TO FIND OUT THE TRUTH
AND LIVE OUT OUR LOVE
THROUGH ALL OF THE EARTH
SO
THIS WON’T BE THE LAST SONG ON EARTH
Apr 15, 2023
Apr 15, 2023 at 11:38 PM UTC
If all time was you, I’d have a watch so I could quantify how much I love you
So when time stopped like it did today
As I was walking my daily path
I thought of you
I thought of loving
Through all paused time all times
Jan 28, 2023
Jan 28, 2023 at 6:32 PM UTC
Put down the taco. Eyes close. Then - Zooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmm!
My body at this point - already melted into the chair - head whirling cold - loozing touch hehe
Oh! Don’t leave without saying goodbye! - I said this to the infinitely expanding black void that-
“I’ll be back. I have to unlock the final triforce. It is locked behind a backlit Pluto.”
Clearly we were in a Mexican restaurant
But
The gods were clearly on his side with that pink **** and all so this chromium dude was on to
something - ope! My powers disappeared! I guess my time is up in heaven.
Dec 31, 2022
Dec 31, 2022 at 11:26 PM UTC
I hear it through my feet, the salty waves that break the stone
Stones that until now have never seen my gaze
My gaze alone will fill the stones with love
And the ocean will take my hand and guide me through their ways
And the people in the town - the friends that I have made
Let’s say they’re bakers or they’re artists who made a way in life
They’re gonna come into the water with me, taking note of all the joy they see
And share a look up at the moon
In another sky
All that I have left is this short little walk
Then I’ll see 5 more million stars, for all the steps that i took
I’ll bring the city key and build a stairway with the folks who’ll call me family
And we’ll take off and leave the ground behind to another sky
Another sky
I find that I wish there were 500 people, so those 500 people will see that sky
I find that I wish there were 1000 people, so those 1000 people will see that sky
I find that I wish there were 1,000,000 people, so those 1,000,00 people will see that sky
I find that I wish there was just one more person, so that I - I can share that sky
With you
So come,
To the other sky
Dec 16, 2022
Dec 16, 2022 at 1:37 AM UTC
And the word is out, the word is out, it's all around,
you never loved me
Bring the armies, the townsfolk, the countrymen,
let's all have a vote
And the nation is hungry for answers that
you never gave
All your brothers are running away from
terrible dreams
I have lived my last, and breathed my last, and wept my last
under the old moon
And the blood of the oranges, the nectarines, the citrus
we shared
And the people are waiting on porches for your
naked voice
All the demons are standing around
waiting to pounce
Oh, the seed
Oh, of joy
Is lost
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 10:42 PM UTC
It probably is the pollen all
around me. The trees and flowers are all super
***** and putting all this drunk,
yellow pain into my
Or maybe it is the amount
of time I spend looking at
Nonetheless I find my eyes to be very itchy
and I find myself reaching for the eyedrops.
I promise you, I am not writing about
rubbing my eyes for clarity nor for hope. About the stupidity
of previous circumstances and how to resolve my issues
and pains with another person, nor about the sharp
daggering embraces we reluctantly continue to dig into each
other, nor about the seismic novella you choose to make me
read through every indeterminate eye glance and concave
movement in the curvature of your lips, nor about the
indescribable, uncontrollable, unbelievable,
in-fucking-consequestional amount of times I can't
help but to think when I was happier with you-
but you weren't.
Maybe I should stop rubbing my eyes, it's making it worse
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 8:10 PM UTC
hey babe
babyyyy
i want you to
count all the legs-
wait
no
babyyyy
i want you to
count all the hairs on my legs
each one has a story
each one gets rock hard
each one and two and three and four and
a lot more hair
until all the legs-
wait
no
hairs ON my legs
are counted for
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 1:12 AM UTC
She left us a cookbook before heading down South-
I don't know why, we don't know how to cook
nor was her cooking ever good,
so it's hard to say if we can even trust this book
"A Gentleman's Essentials in the Kitchen"
My brothers and I (three of us) were in a diner,
debating on what to do-
after Mom left the funeral we were forced to
acknowledge each other for the first time in years
1 cup white sugar, 1/2 cup butter, 2 eggs, 1/2 cup milk
She did not remarry after the divorce,
so I think she probably took it hard coming to Dad's
"Life Celebration"
She probably had some lingering love for him
But I don't know, it is the first time I've seen her in 17 years
1 1/2 cup of flour, 1 3/4 teaspoons of baking powder
I hear my older brothers arguing over the logistics of the funeral,
how cheap it was, how weak the amount of attendees was,
how smelly the reception was, how shaky the transitions were,
how sad they were, how mad they were,
how defeated I was
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F and grease and flour a large pan
Dad never spoke to Mom (not that I know of) since they split-
I don't think there was anyway he could ever see her face without
falling down crying over her mistakes/
I can still smell her putrid odor walking through the front door 17 years ago
I can still hear them yelling knives, gravely ripping through the air with arguments and deflections through many rooms 17 years ago
I can still feel the spike of pain and blood running down my face by "motherly" hands 17 years ago
Cream the sugar and butter, beat the eggs, and stir the milk in
He wasn't a good dad, he was just objectively better than Mom
He remembered our birthdays, but never got us a cake-
I think he tried to bake one for my 10th birthday, but
all I remember is him taking off his oven mitts and taking us to
McDonald's
saying, "You can get a happy meal today, the rest of y'all, pick from the dollar menu- or share a 2 for $5 with me"/
Mom always baked us a cake
My brothers used to love my birthdays when I was a baby because she would still bake a cake, even when I can't eat it
For my 7th birthday, it was a simple white cake
Bake for 30 to 40 minutes in the preheated oven
Why did she even come this weekend? She had nothing to do with Dad's life for years. He was fine where he was, and so was I, and so were my brothers, and probably so was she. Is it a social obligation to go to your ex-husband's funeral? Is it a social obligation to divorce after abuse? Nobody forced them to do anything. I was forced all my life to go there, move there, eat there, study there- but all the freedom lies on my stupid parents. She can leave whenever she wants and it's just me and my brothers arguing and picking up the pieces. She leaves a book and is it supposed to mean something? Is she going to bake 17 awful white cakes from all the years she decided to frolic in the grass and hide from my scars? Is the book a symbol of her love or a ****** way of saying sorry in a poetic manner?
Take it back. I said I didn't need it. Exchange it for a real apology. I don't even want to exchange it for my Dad's life, just say something meaningful Mom, don't hide behind a ******* book.
Just stand up for something righteous. I can't breathe your unapologetic air that we shared.
I felt a tear drop onto the page of the book that was open on my lap. It was the first time I cried the whole weekend. That single tear had been crawling its way through the trenches of my depressed visual vessels only to be dropped off by gravity onto a recipe for a white cake.
The cake is done when it springs back to the touch
I sink back into my chair being pulled and gravitated towards the floor, exhausted and learned
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC