Hieu Minh Nguyen, from This Way to The Sugar: Poems; "Buffet Etiquette"
[Text ID: My house is a silent film.
My house is infested with subtitles.
:::
That's all. That's all.
I have nothing else to say.]
*sees a cop wounded by his car* omg!!! *rushes to the car and picks up the dispatch radio* OMG hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!~~ ^-^
i'd put the radio microphone in my mouth and make loud kazoo noises
baal baal let down your hair
“I want a trouble-maker for a lover, Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.”
— Rumi, #862 (trans. Zara Houshmand), from Rumi’s Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi, ed. Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988)
I’ll be waiting for you. If you come here, you’ll find me. I promise.
Happy Birthday Squall!!
oh see I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to know. hope that helps
