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xii. big hips; small hips and long, skinny legs people and the worlds inside them pointing at the screen which movie should we watch? the last time i watched movie alone was divergent it was an insane ride and my parents picked me up knowing i had lost a thing but they didn't ask and i didn't tell i was ***** by poetry -- i am holy just like lilith, eve, and mary -- watch out i am trying to heal so what if i am romanticizing illness! i am not ill enough to lose my eyes see clear anabelle, tickets sold out the people; in hijab, in short skirt in high heels and slippers their faces i see them clear it looks the same like that friday just feels different it has been months a relatively insane ride so cathartic my land may well be a big cathedral or some sweet mosque with all the gods praying to each other with cold soup in their tongue and stale milk they offer to the homeless like us, you know home isn't really the walls and roof that keep you from rain and sundust home is the rain and dust and your sunburned hands and the acnes on your face and the wounds on your knees you got when you were learning to bike
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
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xii. big hips; small hips and long, skinny legs people and the worlds inside them pointing at the screen which movie should we watch? the last time i watched movie alone was divergent it was an insane ride and my parents picked me up knowing i had lost a thing but they didn't ask and i didn't tell i was ***** by poetry -- i am holy just like lilith, eve, and mary -- watch out i am trying to heal so what if i am romanticizing illness! i am not ill enough to lose my eyes see clear anabelle, tickets sold out the people; in hijab, in short skirt in high heels and slippers their faces i see them clear it looks the same like that friday just feels different it has been months a relatively insane ride so cathartic my land may well be a big cathedral or some sweet mosque with all the gods praying to each other with cold soup in their tongue and stale milk they offer to the homeless like us, you know home isn't really the walls and roof that keep you from rain and sundust home is the rain and dust and your sunburned hands and the acnes on your face and the wounds on your knees you got when you were learning to bike
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
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