house of flies

hungover slam poetry

audio for the last poem I posted “Queer Shoes”

still a work in progress

my afternoon queer thoughts

slam poetry work in progress

slam poetry in progress

peanutandfriend:

Jewlery Store- Andrea Gibson

I can guarantee a haircut will never tell you anything about someone’s gender, who they love or how they fuck.

but I’m still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met.
You were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat.
And I wish you were here,
I wish you’d never left,
but mostly I wish you well
I wish you my very, very best.

“No I’m not gay / No I’m not straight / And I’m sure as hell not bisexual dammit / I am whoever I am when I am it. / Loving whoever you are when the stars shine / And whoever you’ll be when the sun rises”

I think too much when I kiss.
If love did not exist,
I would be so god damn sane.
My poems would be billboards,
suburbia would be enough.
I would not have to gut myself to find my spine crushed in a powder and brushed on her cheekbones…

“

—	Andrea Gibson (via srlsrl)

someone-elses-lies:

Andrea Gibson - Blue Blanket

I feel like crying when I watch this woman. New obsession.

Joe. 21 . Astoria, NY.

Pictures of me:
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Single.
Gold Star.
Andrea Gibson obsessed.
Realist.
Animal Lover.
French Culture.
Hunter College Student.
Acoustic Guitar Student.
Artist.
Vegan.
Scorpio.
Miyazaki/
Star Wars Geek.
Classical Music.
Rock N' Roll.
Soup.
Hummus.
Flowers.
Easily lost.
Cd Players > Ipods.
Hairless Cats.
Book Worm.

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"You know what starts to piss me off after a while? It’s when couples always say the word “we”. I hate it. We think. We may. We might. But, we feel, that’s the big one. Feeling is a solitary emotion. So, you may feel like you’re falling in love, and I, me, might feel like I’m being caged."

“The Gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.”

"It was right then that I started thinking about Thomas Jefferson, the Declaration of Independence and the part about our right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. And I remember thinking: How did he know to put the pursuit part in there? That maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue. And maybe we can actually never have it, no matter what. How did he know that?"

'We turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how not to need."

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