THINGS THAT MAKE YOUR HEART GO: ZZZIIIING!!!

McDonald's
Whiskey
When Mom Makes A Good Joke
Furtive Glances From Across the Room
When You Set Your Cell-Phone On It (yer heart), Forget, And It Buzzes
Puppies
When Smart Cute Babies Sing You Happy Birthday
When Smart Cute Babies Give You Hugs Or Bessos
El Cafe Magic
Exercise [or so I've heard]
When the Sun Beams You
Dance Parties
Snow Flakes
Snow Balls Flying At Your Face
Coffee Coffee Coffee
Joanna Newsom
When You Make A Joke Mom Would Make
When People Who You Thought Did Not Like You Tell You You're Alright
Giggles
LETS NOT EVEN BOTHER LISTING NEGATIVE HEART ZINGERS

THINGS I DO SOMETIMES

write things
eat things (snickity snacks)
drink things
drink things that i'm not supposed to yet
throw up in my backpack
covet smart wools
make lists
text message people
look at my hair in the mirror
pretend to be artistic
jump out of my skin to music
listen to folk music
love things
hate things
get stomach aches
stare at people with patagonia down sweaters (both hooded and not)
feel tired
love my mom and my grandma
covet wit, where is mine?
nothing
curse my lack of social skills
get made fun of by my friends
get made fun of by myself
untangle my hair
feel awkward
make other people feel awkward about my awkwardness
being anti-social
WUH OHs
SING SING SING SING SING SING SING SING SING




WE FOUND A BEAUTIFUL PLACE TO LIVE IN NEXT YEAR AND I HAVE CRUSH ON PINCKNEY STREET.

THINGS THAT MAKE YOU GO WHOOPS

BLAZING WINGS
hair dye
whiskey
being yourself
going out in public
too many pancakes
middle school
time
lots of other things

are we moving apart together? where are we going? why don't people put me in their pocket? i am tiny, i can be quiet, i'd fit nicely in there.


we crave the proper proportions of self-hatred, because for some of us, it is the only way we know how to live with ourselves. i am happy, no, just content, just not a pile of sad bones. i am afraid that i will always be shaking my fists and pounding on doors, trying to find the place where i belong, while always suspecting that it is nowhere in particular or everywhere to some lame extent. it's why i dream of places i've never been to, places no one i know has ever been to, because in my head they are mine, and if they are mine, then maybe i am theirs. my brother says i'm not a normal girl and i agree. i did my best to raise myself as a boy, but we we both got stuck with sentimental hearts, and with all the shit we put in them, they really weigh us down.