somehow I doubt that veganism/vegetarianism is the way to weightloss because in the last few days of coincidental adherence to these diets, I’ve eaten a hella ton of macro spinach noodles, thai dumplings, a vegan brownie and cookie along with endless veggie rolls, crackers with hummus…the world is a good place.
I avoid speaking your name in conversation,
throwing it to the air as if it were nothing
more than an assumption of you; it is my last
mode of defence. The last item of clothing
to discard before I realise I’m naked in public.
Because they can hear it in my voice. I know.
Even in that one short syllable that means
everything and nothing; your name is as common
as you are rare. As easy as you are not.
As simple as love should be, but never is.
But when I’m alone, I tie my tongue softly
round the familiar sound, as if pronouncing
with conviction the phonetics of desire
will cause time to pause just long enough
for the earth to hear me naming my loss.
here are some photos of me noticing a wasp nest
1st pic : lookin good
2nd pic: being artsy and looking away (looking at wasp nest)
3rd pic: fully understanding that there is indeed a wasp nest
4th pic: me being outtie
i will reblog this until i die
oh my god
fucking hell i can not stop laughing