You always ruin everything!
(via asimovsghost)
I wrote this a really long time ago in one of my moleskines and thought I’d throw it up. Sometimes I just write stuff down without much structure or technical thought. Sometimes something neat comes out.
What I am for you
I am slow and careful
I will crawl and soak
I will be easy and nice
I will be warm and soft
This body won’t shock you
Unintimidating and quiet
It settles and falls into place.
I am not crazy or literary
I’ll cry and sulk
I won’t scream or fight
I will be hard to remember
But I will be fond and proud
If you don’t remember my face
But I’m pretty and changeable.
You won’t write to or about me
I won’t muse or create
You will hold my hand
This is how you’ll love me.
This will be in your head ALL day.
Stop What You’re Doing And Watch The Hell Out Of This of the Day: Favorite sons The Gastown Royals (of Gastown, Vancouver, natch) perform their eminently hummable ode to futuristic sexism, “Girls Can’t Fly Jetpacks.”
[thanks tessa!]
I reblogged these earlier but people were having issues seeing them in IE (i imagine) because it was a CMYK jpeg. This is my theory so I’m reposting them in RBG glory because it’s my blog and I should probably post them on it so people can see. Yaaayyy.