Yes. #seeyalaterrentmonies #melbourne (at Melbourne’s GPO)
So proud of you, Minnestoa. Just weeping at my desk with a heart so full.
to make a creature that will do what I say
or love me back.
Richard Siken - “Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out”
Reading Crush for the first time and subsequently feeling too much.
So, this just happened.
So proud of you, Minnesota.
Lana Del Rey - Ride
Sorry, but I can’t stop. Just sex on a stick. No shame.
Try to slow the sway in your shoulders or refrain from shouting the bridge at the top of your lungs …
“I’m tired of feeling like I’m fucking cray cray! I’m tired of driving until I see stars in my eyes”
Wake up from a twist of intense dreams that carry the night with you. Remember finally going to bed as a sort of submission. It’s quiet. Walk out to the kitchen in your undies and pop an Advil liquid gel from the bottle you smuggled from the states. The rarity in which you take them gives it the illusory halo of a surefire remedy.
Open the balcony door in your bedroom. Lie back down and feel better but note it might be the large glass of water and not the medicine that’s to thank. Be grateful for Sundays. Think about going to brunch in bondi with the girl you couldn’t seem to cross paths with last night. Think about making cookies and the smell of them cooling in the apartment. Think about your hair appointment last night and how one of your favorite parts is always when you’re laying back with your head in the mouth of the basin and she’s washing your hair, massaging your head, and running the comb through any tangles. Close your eyes and think of how one day you’ll do this for your wife.