“It’s a modern day love language… A series of seemingly unrelated things joined together by the fact that they are all literally us.”

“I had bared my heart and my feelings were seemingly reciprocated, sharing five years of itemised service invoices, lamenting night shifts, even travelling to the south side of the Bridge for me.”

“When he slept, I chiseled out a keyhole 

in his back to peek inside the crushed 

velvet cavity, the bone cage of a person 

who did not: a traveling ball of saliva,

surging breaths, simmering bile.”

I’m Eminem’s real daughter. I’m gonna join a cult if I can find one. I’m googling ‘how to survive sexuality’ like Lohanthony. I’m doing subliminals to you