Happiness isn’t a secret but an equation, 
but sadness is too.
     Sadness is easy, x + y. 
Watch the letters go down the page
     where you are sure numbers should be.

Happiness is harder; differentiate and
negative powers and the square root of a function
     you know you should be able to remember.
The letters go forever, moving down and not across,
and I need to rearrange them to spell
                                                       “I’m fine.”

I think I am missing a part of this equation,
for I’ve never been good at math: always pulling
                numbers from nowhere
     and plotting graphs that last forever.
No, it is not for me.     Mine is the science, 
                 the discipline that tells you
you will never die, 
          your atoms scattered around the universe endlessly.
Mine is the dream that the whole word
     will equal itself in the end and that the universe
is bigger than our minds can take purchase on.

So don’t lecture me about happiness and sadness,
          I’m sure I will get there in the end.

my new and improved anatomy note book.

all the writing is mine except for a small quote by Richard Siken (the only one where individual words are used to create it.)

Orange Blossom Special

I’m not like any other lovers you have had before.

It is not my body or movement or spirit
                                                         or anything.

I am just different.

I won’t move right; disjointed as you
break apart inside me.

You’ll want to check if I am okay,
If I am happy and sated and not in pain and not crying and not
                eyes clenched shut screaming.

I won’t be.
Don’t worry.

I’m used to this.
I’m not a new lover who needs a guiding hand
every place I venture.
I know the cracks and cogs of your body as well as someone
                                           who has loved only you,
               knows.

That is why I am different.

That is why I can never sate you,
That is why I will never be sated.

I seem to know just when to push back;
my body hard and slick against you,
                  know the perfect moment that it will
be your undoing.

I know where to scratch, to bite and
                                    where to leave the softest

kiss.

I know your body as well as you do,
And I know sex better than anyone.

We walk hand in hand, you see.
Eros and I are lovers on the sly and I
                      leave him wanting
                                                   too.

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy.      Wait no
You don’t have a car, whose car is this? Whose boy is this?
            You’ve been drinking, and
                                          you’re being far too kind.

You’re in a car with an average boy
And you’re trying not to say
             “This is a terrible idea”      but it really is
and this boy should listen to that voice and not the one
that’s whispering dirty things in to his ear.

You’re in a car with an average boy and you think that
there should have been more time between      there
                                             and here
             Have you lost it? All that misplaced time?

Okay, I lied. You’re not in a car, you’re in
a train.
            You’re in a train and the tracks are right over a cliff.
There is the ocean right below you and you really
                                  should be scared. Why aren’t you?
The tracks swerve and you’re in the water
And there’s a beautiful boy in the seat next to you,
He’s holding your hand even though you don’t need it.

Tell that beautiful boy, tell that average boy that
          you don’t need him or his hand holding or his brother
                                                   oh yes, his brother is sitting across from you
And you’re kissing one boy because the ocean is all around you
And you’re kissing the average boy, why are you doing that,
          why are you kissing that boy when there is
                                                                   someone miraculous
                                                               and waiting
                                                           in the car next to you.

You’re in a car with someone beautiful, and it does not matter
                                                                           if they are a boy or a girl.
It’s the right person for the first time in your life but,
you’re scared.
                                        Hold their hand.
                              Doesn’t it feel beautiful? That’s how you know it’s right.

Forget those boys and their cars and their brothers and look
          at this person next to you.                        They smile and if
                  they could take their hands off the wheel,

They would kiss you.

explodinganyway:

The first photo is from early in the night at Gorgeous Festival at McLaren Vale. Missy Higgins was playing with the band she recorded The Ol’ Razzle Dazzle with including Butterfly Boucher (pictured). 

As is normal in Adelaide, it started off really warm but then cooled off fast once the sun went down which Missy seemed slightly unaware of, mentioning she looked like she was dressed for the beach. When she played Warm Whispers near the end of the night, she walked over to Butterfly Boucher and they talked for a second before she took her jacket that she had taken off. It was an adorable moment, especially with the feel of the slow love songs she had been playing.

Also, before Unashamed Desires she mentioned that it was the first song the two of them had written together and was done at one of their houses, in the living room on a guitar and a little kids piano.

The first photo is from early in the night at Gorgeous Festival at McLaren Vale. Missy Higgins was playing with the band she recorded The Ol’ Razzle Dazzle with including Butterfly Boucher (pictured). 

As is normal in Adelaide, it started off really warm but then cooled off fast once the sun went down which Missy seemed slightly unaware of, mentioning she looked like she was dressed for the beach. When she played Warm Whispers near the end of the night, she walked over to Butterfly Boucher and they talked for a second before she took her jacket that she had taken off. It was an adorable moment, especially with the feel of the slow love songs she had been playing.

Also, before Unashamed Desires she mentioned that it was the first song the two of them had written together and was done at one of their houses, in the living room on a guitar and a little kids piano.

Diego

I was going to write tonight but I guess I needed to get some drawing out.

Gillian Jacobs2H, HB & 3B pecils 

I was going to write tonight but I guess I needed to get some drawing out.

Gillian Jacobs
2H, HB & 3B pecils 

Brit Marling in Marmalade (music video)

idiots who give whizzys go first.

idiots who give whizzys go first.