Goodbye USA. See you soon Delhi!
So glad that someone finally made earplugs for the completely different ear shape of the opposite sex.
How about EVERY TIME Bailey?
Think I found the worst sentence.
Play this simultaneously with Dead Flag Blues and you’ll have the most incredible audio experience you’ve ever had.
Admit the day’s veering toward something
else, the tiny flag of your heart inverted.
Admit the pause between words, wearing
away at the febrile. Admit jealousy, the want
for what you have if you didn’t have it.
Admit hunger. And an absence of which
you are far too aware. Admit the necessity
of breathing, the sound of several thousand
humming birds in torpor, ruby throats
pinched against their breasts. Admit sorrow,
which is the only heirloom that lasts.
Admit the deity, hallowed be his hollow
name. Admit change, but not so much
its progress or lack thereof cannot be seen.
Admit intrigue. Admit hangnail. Admit lovely,
how it casually and often passes you by.
Fail, because you won’t find respite.
Recourse, only as an occupation for the hands.
Reject delicate because you have walked
on glass for reasons. Admit deduction,
how easy it was to itemize. Then possibility,
but limit it to the aroma of an orchid, wilting.
Holy hell guys, Tiffany found a great poem.
The Millions nails Upworthy on link-baiting with these hilarious rewritten book titles.
They’re also doing these over on twitter with hashtag #litworthy.