Oh, I'm Sorry. Just Fucking Call Me Out. That's Cool.

remedy by Bob Hicok

Can I come with you? Wherever you're going?

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

Seems unreasonable that I should be expected to continue Being A Person while my brain is stewing in a thick marinade of Emotions™

Kinda wild how most people generally recognize that the "too sick to go to school, too sick to watch tv/play games" mindset our parents had was bullshit but still impose essentially the exact same rules on disabled adults and scrutinize them for enjoying low-energy hobbies while being too fatigued or in pain to work a full time job (or any job at all)

"We have art in order not to die of the truth..."

need to eat out an anxious over-achiever girl so good she sleeps for hours while i cook her food in the underwear she just came in