Someone:Why do you like bearded men so much? Why do you like beards? Gross.
Me:They're beautiful. Magnificent. Awe-inspiring. They're warm, your hair sometimes gets caught in them, and they make every man more attractive. Beards are very much the icing on the cake- perfectly adorning ones face and enhancing the...flavor. Gross? No. Go away- I can't look at you right now.
In how many lifetimes filling how many strange bodies has my heart searched for your heart and found calm when the sound of its beating filled whatever ears rested atop whatever head I happened to be wearing that time around?
Dinosaurs are turned into friendly cartoon characters by the magic of Walter Cronkite, befriending children and teaching life lessons to the grateful citizens of New York. Then a circus magician devolves the children into chimpanzees, transforms the dinosaurs into bloodthirsty hellbeasts and is eaten alive by crows. Everybody lives happily ever after.
“You don’t want to be here in the future, so you say the present’s just a pleasant interruption to the past. And you don’t wanna look much closer cause you’re afraid to find out all this hope you had sent into the sky by now had crashed. And it did— because of me.”—Konstantine | Something Corporate
the moments when so much emotion gets stuck behind your skin but you can’t find the right words to let it out and so it just pushes on your bones and on your stomach and on the back of your eyelids, and you don’t know what to do except to try and consume as much oxygen as possible in hopes that it dilutes the chaos into a more manageable mix of red blood cells and salt