I love that point in a friendship when you get what the other person’s style is - their “thing.” You see a knit jersey tie and think of them immediately; a type of weather, a bad movie, a woman’s outfit. You know, with absolute certainty, that your friend would enjoy this thing with you more than anyone else in the world. You feel closer in that moment of recognition, even if they’re not there.
There is a shipwreck between your ribs and it took eighteen years
for me to understand how to understand your kind of drowning.
There are people who cannot be held quietly. There are screams
that are never externalized. If I looked at the photo albums of your
past twenty years, all I would find are decibel meter graphs of
phone calls and the intensity of your silence as you sat
smoking cigarettes in the garage.
There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with
fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you
And for the first time, I understand that I will never know
how to apologize for being
one of them.
I punched a guy bc he was making rape jokes and one of the things he said was “what’s the difference between yes and no? Nothing” so I asked him if he’d care if I punched him in the face and he said yes but I did it anyway since there’s no difference between yes and no and that’s the story of how I gave someone a bloody nose
i was pulling up to a gas station and mumford came on the radio so i started blasting it in my car and all the people can hear with my doors closed is just the base and theyre looking at me like “wtf inappropriate rap song is that girl listening to” and i open my car door and out comes the sound of a really aggressive banjo solo
I want to date someone who is genuinely my best friend. Someone who I can stay up late talking to, and have meaningful conversations with. Someone who treats everybody friendly. Someone who’s there for me when I need them to be, and vice-versa. Someone I can love.