Richard Jackson, From "Silences"

— thomas penny

Glen Martin Taylor, “but i am safe in here.”

this is so fun i need to make more homoerotic twin cinema poems thank you and goodbye

he is sitting and pondering

What am I? Just a paradox. I am insecure to the point I hate myself but I do love myself to the point of insanity, I can talk till sunrise one day and won't even speak about anything the other, one moment I am laughing like a mad person, next, I am crying without any reason. Something between a hopeless romantic and a strong independent woman. This is what I am. Just a paradox.

Sassy magazine, Like Juliet, September 1993

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

the crushing weight of one manageable task

From February 9 to 10, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

I don’t want a weighted blanket, I want a girlfriend to lay on top of me for the whole night while we cuddle and I feel safe