geese goose girl
@geesegoosegirl
warming the hearts of tragic hoodlum spirits
ideal
The perfect wife will corrupt you into enacting your will on the world
You can't die yet. You have so much to ponder. And torture yourself with, by pondering.
sometimes i open the fridge not because i’m hungry but because i want to be held by something cold and humming
the problem with god is scale you think it’s up there but it’s in the corner of your mouth when you hesitate before saying what you mean god is the moment before the apology when your gut is louder than your grammar god is also inside the hangnail the missed call the comma splice…
you keep asking who you are but the better question is what constellation of contradictions is currently puppeteering your decisions and can you bear to watch them dance
every so often reintroduce yourself to the mirror like you’re meeting a rival tilt your head say oh it’s you again decide if that’s good news
my whole love language
The incorrect assumptions people have about me are one of the last remaining forms of privacy in this world
one time my knee bled on a tiled church floor and oh how it looked like art for a second but i wiped it away before anyone noticed and thought god probably prefers the messy kind of prayers the ones that leave something behind
you came back from the dead and the people are chanting your name. even if only you can hear them, ride.