mustardluver1995

mustardluver1995

i miss sleeping outside! i miss seeing stars! i miss all my boyfriends! i miss the slackline! i miss my roommate!

i’ve spent some days at my house in maryland really yoloing it up. there is so much free alcohol here & so many songs to write.
i hung out w/ someone i “dated” for two weeks when i was 14 & haven’t seen since then. it was very funny.
tomorrow i’m driving to philly & i’ll see peyton which will be nice. then the really big good thing that’s happening is saturday i’m going to spend time w/ todd in new york & we are gonna see told slant & probably cry because oh my god told slant.
looking forward to this weekend so much. i can’t stay in one place for too long.

Today is the first day of fall.

Autumn has come to my hometown.

(Source: onlynewsom)

here are some things
- driving into chattanooga at night is nice because the mountain blends in w/ the sky so the houses on top w/ lights on look like floating houses
- going to the grocery store for yogurt can be a good memory
- some places feel like disney world & it’s not just me who thinks this
- whiskey sours

your skin tastes like a block of salt

"During my first week in San Francisco, I was reading On the Road. I didn’t get very far because I decided that this is a book that only white boys can fully love, but anyway, as much as I didn’t want to be inspired by Jack Kerouac, there was one quote that really stuck out to me.”

part of a final paper, give me an A+!!

missing my friends today cuz it’s cold & i’m making a film about it & also watching a thanks cagoule video but i guess it’s okay cuz i’m going to tennessee in some days & it will be warmer there & my friends will be all around!!!!!

you are sucha fool/ i haveta love you
you decide to give me a poem/ intent on it/ actually
you pull/ kiss me from 125th to 72nd street/ on
the east side/ no less
you are sucha fool/ you gonna give me/ the poet/
the poem
insistin on proletarian images/ we buy okra/
3 lbs for $1/ & a pair of 98 cent shoes
we kiss
we wrestle
you make sure at east 110 street/ we have cognac
no beer all day
you are sucha fool/ you fall over my day like
a wash of azure


you take my tongue outta my mouth/
make me say foolish things
you take my tongue outta my mouth/ lay it on yr skin
like the dew between my legs
on this the first day of silver balloons
& lil girl’s braids undone
friendly savage skulls on bikes/ wish me good-day
you speak spanish like a german & ask puerto rican
market men on lexington if they are foreigners


oh you are sucha fool/ i cant help but love you
maybe it was something in the air
our memories
our first walk
our first…
yes/ alla that


where you poured wine down my throat in rooms
poets i dreamed abt seduced sound & made history/
you make me feel like a cheetah
a gazelle/ something fast & beautiful
you make me remember my animal sounds/
so while i am an antelope
ocelot & serpent speaking in tongues
my body loosens for/ you


you decide to give me the poem
you wet yr fingers/ lay it to my lips
that i might write some more abt you/
how you come into me
the way the blues jumps outta b.b.king/ how
david murray assaults a moon & takes her home/
like dyanne harvey invades the wind


oh you/ you are sucha fool/
you want me to write some more abt you
how you come into me like a rollercoaster in a
dip that swings
leaving me shattered/ glistening/ rich/ screeching
& fully clothed


you set me up to fall into yr dreams
like the sub-saharan animal i am/ in all this heat
wanting to be still
to be still with you
in the shadows
all those buildings
all those people/ celebrating/ sunlight & love/ you


you are sucha fool/ you spend all day piling up images
locations/ morsels of daydreams/ to give me a poem


just smile/ i’ll get it



you are sucha fool // ntozake shange