she had dreamt she had fed herself to tigers
felt their maw drag her by the neck
wondered nothing more of her life
other than how many calories she would be.
In a dream you were chewing your fingers down to the knuckle. My fingers, missing nothing, seem a kind of bloom, fluid as they slide through my mouth and the mouths of others. Sometimes I
a text msg that was sent:
ur hands my hands
both needed if i hit
u first would u hit me back
Seen two hours after I fell in love with you
the text msg that needed 2 be
The program started with Take Your Kid to Work Day. We were pioneers in the field of crime scene investigation. Everything went smoothly as long as the kids didn’t touch anything. They’ve got eyes
1. She told him to shut the window-slats. Every shred of light should be brushed away. She wanted to feel invisible.
From Osama Bin Laden to the WNBA, Jordan Castro and friends explore who/what has sauce, and who/what doesn't.
around you because
I want you to keep thinking of me
as a small body, to wonder what keeps me
so pale, what sustains my Spanish mouth.
Don't ask me what I need,
for
This is not beautiful because this is not beautiful.
I meet a girl on OK Cupid and the first date goes well enough.
There is a room in the cathedral called
"The Quiet Room."
Imagine.
Its entrance, this body too shaky
for comfort.
Janus, god of doorways and beginnings,
when I desire
I've known Tom Williams for a handful of years. I think I originally met him through Barrelhouse, and I've mostly tried to not hold that against him. He is, in the parlance of whoever it is that
I mean, werewolves, they have appetites, don't they?
In her third memoir, Belief is its own kind of truth, Maybe, Lori Jakiela uses a collage-style structure to write about the collage-like process of assembling an identity, and the particular
"free the nipples"
I beat a guy
who had a crush on me
at beer pong
we got stoned
in the Walmart parking lot
when my car wouldn't start
6 months later
he
Eventually she won't think of me unless she hears mention of my name, or sees my friends, or a boxy japanese sedan from the 80s, or, perhaps, a Paul Simon poster
When I die
I'll die
In the woods
I will be found
After 14 months
By a 9 year old
You're picturing a boy
But it's a girl
She is lost
And climbs over a log
To see
If she
Luke walks that line inbetween doing his booty-shaking and grinding on stage and also seeming like your “cool” youth pastor and that's not a knock. I love Luke Bryan and there's something about him that seems so genuine and sweet, I can't even picture him being fussy or rude with anyone.
I’m a stockpiling cakemix of a man trapped in the well Tarantino dug for me around age eleven.
at work last night a group of brisbane boys came to sydney
they hired our function room to celebrate their friend's bucks night
they had been at the races all day betting on horses and
Jordan Castro reviews rapper Travis Scott's debut studio album Rodeo.
I’ve thought a lot about what it is that draws me into slasher films as a gay man. Maybe I am drawn to them because I read about so many queer people being victimized; in a way I am turning to them for survival tips.
