i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me
by
Stephen Michael McDowell
we were here, together, yesterday
blast furnace
uuuuum
i'm sick of being literally dead so let’s fuckin make a baby [just kidding i brought condoms]
all experiences are curated
distance is perceptual and not conceptual when you consider where and what and how [close we are to each other]
yes i am forever and yes you are forever but neither of us think we are and treat this as a crime
what if neither of us is trying