The Warmth in One's Spine

Sep 25

And I will remember that summer
As the summer I was taking steroids
Because you like a man with muscles
And I like you.

But it’s an aerial view from your house to my room
Yeah, it’s an aerial view from your house to my room
And I am looking in your windows, and I am trying not to stare
Holding on to hope I’m sure was never even there
'Cause it's an aerial view from your house to my room

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Sep 3

Cause we both know I’ll never be your lover
I only bring the heat
Company under cover
Filling space in your sheets

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Sep 2
“He says ‘I don’t get it, why are you still a virgin at 24?’
He says ‘I don’t believe you, I’ve seen you walk, virgins don’t walk like that’
He says, ‘That ain’t natural, people are supposed to fuck.’
He asks ‘Why though? No offence though.’
I ask ‘When was your first time?’
He says ‘I was 12’
He says ‘I know what you’re thinking, that’s too young.’
I look at his knuckles, he has two good hands.
He says ‘She was older than me.’
I ask ‘How old?’
And he says ‘It’s better that the girl is older, that’s how I learnt all things I know’
He licks his lips.
I ask again ‘How old?’
He says ‘I could use one finger to make you sob’
I think of my brother in prison and I can’t remember his face.
I ask again ‘How old?’
He says ‘Boys become men in the laps of women, you know?’
I think of my mothers faced lined with her bad choices in men.
He says ‘If you were mine you wouldn’t get away with this shit, I’d eat you for hours, I’d gut you like fruit.’
I think of my cousins circumcision, how she feels like a mermaid, not human from the waist down.
He says ‘I’d look after you, you know?’
I laugh, I ask for the last time ‘How old?’
He says ‘34.’
He says ‘She was beautiful though and I know what you’re thinking but it’s not like that, I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man. No one could ever hurt me’.
Warsan Shire, Crude Conversations With Boys Who Fake Laughter Often   (via bodyfluids)

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Aug 14

This is Blanche Oelrichs (1890-1950), also known by her pen name Michael Strange. She was a poet, playwright, and actress. She is Drew Barrymore’s grandmother, and at the end of her life she was in an ltr with the woman who wrote Good Night Moon.


“For the newt is, after all, only a newt, and has his weaknesses just as any of the rest of us.” Robert C. Benchley, “The Social Life of the Newt,” 1919

“As regards income tax, I am, thank goodness, an individual. I pray I never become a corporation.” P.G. Wodehouse, “All About the Income-Tax”

From VANITY FAIR(1914-1936)’s first editorial, March 1914

"FOR women we intend to do something in a noble and missionary spirit, something which, so far as we can observe, has never been done for them by an American magazine. We mean to make frequent appeals to their intellects. We dare believe they are, in their best moments, creatures of some cerebral activity; we even make bold to believe that it is they who are contributing what is most original, stimulating, and highly magnetized to the literature of our day, and we hereby announce ourselves as determined and bigoted feminists."


Aug 5

hanarisk:

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