once a pile of muck,
you stand proud and faithful, now.
stretched, molded, you came to life
and then you were carved
leaving your grey flesh under nails and picks.
under the watchful eyes of time,
you would be found in a blazing oven.
the cool moisture of your skin
being wicked away leaving you parched.
in your proper place they paint you,
they coat you in lies upon lies,
and we expect your…
I can lie here for hours on end.
I can pull back the covers and slide right in.
Looking at the untouched right-side,
I stare at the spinning blades on the fan.
Trying to stare them down to a stop,
but I am, Only sleeping. (more…)
in the distance you hear them
the Whovians have returned
i hate spotify ads because i listen to playlists in the shower a lot and there is nothing more startling than being completely naked and suddenly hearing lebron james say “i’ll tell you what makes me thirsty”