But angels are pouring out of the farmland, angels are swarming
over the grassland,
Angels rising from their little dens, arms swinging, wings aflutter,
dropping their white-hot bombs of love.
We are not dirty, he keeps saying. We are not dirty…
They want you to love the whole damn world but you won’t,
you want it all narrowed down to one fleshy man in the bath,
who knows what to do with his body, with his hands.
-Driving, Not Washing, Richard Siken
I could give you the world
but you’d return it
it wasn’t enough
to make you come back."
Please don’t go
I’ll eat you whole
I love you so, I love you so, I love you so
— Maggie Stiefvater, Lament: the Faerie Queens Deception
Fire at the Pageant || The Felice Brothers
— 6 word story