but i’ve been practicing out loud.
Driving under the overpasses and feeling, for the first time in a while, that this mass of concrete was beautiful. Peaceful even. And it was a little cold outside. A little grey. You were driving me back home.
Sleeping next to you. Feeling like I was sleeping inside of you. You nuzzled into my neck, breathing me in, Our legs all wrapped up in eachother.
You served me orange juice in a champagne flute.
I tried to get you out of bed. I told you I wanted to discover morning, but you wrapped both arms around me and wanted to sleep the day away.
That drive home, though peaceful, was so sad. Glancing over at your face, so concentrated on the drive, with lips slightly parted. I felt like I may never get over that mouth.
3 years ago • 0 notesDiscussing a broken phone line with tech people is frustrating because they’ll always insist that it’s your phone’s fault. A phone that has been working perfectly well up until 3 days ago.
And then you start thinking about how quiet it is without the phone ringing every 4 minutes. And then you start to feel isolated by how silent everything is and you sort of just wish that the only noise in the house wasn’t coming from the air conditioning or the dryer.
But who cares because you’re going to the movies tonight with a totally cute boy that smells like gingerbread.
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Voice On Tape - Jenny Owens Young
All the evidence points in one direction4 years ago • 0 notes
since i don't need you physically around
I've got your voice on tape
I've got your words in me
I don't want anything else
I don't want anyone else
A thing that I have but I've dropped
All that I've had but I dropped
I want you back and forth
I want you up and down
I want you inside out
I've got your voice on tape
I've got your words in me
I don't want anything else
I don't want anyone else
And you say that I don't have this down
but I've been practicing out loud
I want you back and forth
I want you up and down
I want you back and forth......
(I've got your voice on tape
I've got your words in me)
more than i do
When I’m sick, and relatively snowed into my house I start doing things that make very little sense.
For example: i’ve started painting my floor.
I only hope that when and if I conceive I don’t pass along my lunacy to my offspring.
Although it would, for the most part, make them more interesting to be around.
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