There’s this guy I literally just went out with once, and he’s like so cute in an Andrew Garfield way, but he doesn’t seem to like me back. He takes 30 hours to reply on Facebook, and I don’t believe in love anymore.Friday August 1st //
Wednesday July 30th // Filed under: alice fulton,
Triptych for Topological Heart
by Alice Fulton
it befalls us. an exchanged glance, reflective spasm.
Is it a fantastically unlaminated question set in flesh
or valentine that wears the air as its apparel?
If you cut a heart from parchment, is it still
a heart? A nontrivial knot, where turns of every gradient
may kiss and tell. Does the vessel have edges?
Or is it all connectedness, an embedding to be stretched
or bent. Imagine being simultaneously alive,
bound in both directions with a bow! Is it diachronic,
a phenomenon that changes over time? Without ardor
theory suffers. That’s why I’m stuck on you with wanton glue, per-
severing, styling something blobbish and macabre
into something pointed, neat. Love is a gift
that springs from an unlit spot. Resin and rue.
Even when I’m in the dark I’m in the dark with you.
Slut-shamers are the worst.Wednesday July 30th //
"virginity is the best gift you can give to your husband"
yeah right. I can’t with these people. I’m a fabulous woman no matter what! Speaking as a Filipino, I can’t with my culture’s values srsly…… I have my brains, my personality and my values.Wednesday July 30th // Filed under: i can't with these ppl,