I lost it at The Backstreet Boys
why have I never heard of this person before
WHY DOESN’T THIS HAVE MORE NOTES
Enya made me spit my drink.
Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex, Vol II Chapter II: “The Girl”
we dance on the edge
of a knife, every morning laden
with astriferous dreams, backs bowed
with the hopes we carry in perpetuum
not knowing what other motes to breathe.
this is us, we are
the incarnation of black against white,
stark contrasts that breathe and bleed
for their otherness.
do as if i took to the sea
and set my sails for far-off harbors.
i am not odysseus, no wife and child
wait for me, i am unfettered, i am
unloved, except for a boy who misconstrues
the the very shape of my breastbone.
do not follow me. do not follow me.
do not follow me. you wouldn’t
i am telling you not to love me,
the thought of me, the paper girl
painted in gaudy colors.
i cut my losses, i would cut
the cords of my heart if i thought
some anchor held me
to uncertain waters.
i am no citizen of empty dreams,
zanarkand fades at the first touch of light,
and i will not inhabit a glorious lie
even if affection should lie on the line.
i don’t trust asexuals because their brains are not distracted by the matters of the flesh.
where is all that brain power going.
i bet it’s going to the overmind, where they are gathering strength to consolidate their hold over the world
you know too much.
See? Now this is a prank. Something silly and good intentioned and actually funny. Not groping poor, unsuspecting girls.