I am going to do this even though it is fairly pointless
·I’m too cool to be a nerd but I lack the conviction to be a hipster.
·I’m too broke to be popular, plus I’m way too good in school.
·Id only be an athlete if Twister was an Olympic sport.
·I’m too fat to wanna be skinny.
·Too black to be white too white to be black.
·My playlist reads “indie folk”/”rap&r+b”.
·If I were trapped on an island id pray for a typewriter and espresso.
·I buy pickles and pretzels in bulk and drink diet coke like its water.
·My father hates that I like white guys and my mom’s afraid i’ll get knocked up by some black guy. Hypocrites.
·I can recite the names of the Greek gods alphabetically. But the equation 2x+3y=0 makes no sense to me.
·I speak too ghetto for half of my family and to uppity and white for the other half.
·My hair grows both curly and straight naturally.
WHAT AM I????
In Roman community baths, it was customary for men to stand and applaud when a well-endowed peer entered the water.
Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.
You are an ocean in a drop of dew,
all the universes in a thin sack of blood.
What are these pleasures then,
these joys, these worlds
that you keep reaching for,
hoping they will make you more alive?
Shall I break down the word FEMALE? Fe+male= Iron man. Therefore, women are a stronger version of men.
Oh hey girl heyy! - Your best friend jas :)
Who else thinks the song f*** you by Lily Alan should be shouted at the police in Ferguson with a view minor word changes????
to each other
in the language
makes the devil
Once in awhile I’ll say something marvelous. But most of the time its just Bullshit.
Great novels are always a little more intelligent than their authors.
thirty-one tongues in our
we struggle in the light
struggle in a house of
starved words, a harvest
from seeds of distrust
palates of angry dawns
bleeding into themselves
portend a lasting doubt
the night confesses to us
as a patron saint of
indulgent bad habits
our once upon a time
kissed the thirty-first tongue
with a long, slow good night