January 2011
15 posts
I’m moving. Just like I move heaven and earth for you. For you.
Your awesomeness is a sword that slits up my throat.
Community!
Jeff: I’m saying, you’re a football player. It’s in your blood!
Troy: That’s racist.
Jeff: Your soul.
Troy: That’s racist.
Jeff: Your eyes?
Troy: That’s gay?
Jeff: That’s homophobic.
Troy: That’s black.
Jeff: That’s racist.
Troy: Damn.
Anonymous asked: How is Raman and his DARLING.
A Brisbane Love Story - 1
Stars scattered above.
The monstrous Brisbane Eye obscuring his view. The dirty brown overflowing river lapping at his feet. Storm clouds passing, revealing an even dirtier brown moon. A brown moon? He looked wondrously at this strange sight. Was he seeing things? Very likely, considering he lay in a pool of his own blood. But he felt nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, he felt better than...
“The birds have less to say for themselves
In the wood-world’s torn...”
– The immortal Robert Frost.
I want to make love to these words.