Originally posted on ku[to]starehe:
sharing a bathroom with someone and one night, you walk in there and cannot remember if your toothbrush is the blue one or the green one. and you remember a standard four class, science, or home science, in which you learned the alternatives to toothpaste and a toothbrush: warm…

me: “i can feel your heart beating” him: “i hope it’s singing you a love song”

Remember This

when you speak of marriage, speak of divorce. speak of the tearing of vows over midnight coffees. when you speak of marriage, speak of how your mother lost herself. how her days looked as bleak as her nights. how the stars she once carried in her eyes have turned into dull reflections of you. when…

The Heart

The heart is a liar. It is a broken windscreen moving at 360 miles per hour. It is suicidal. The heart is agnostic. It is searching for gods in empty coconut shells. It likes coconuts. It thinks love tastes like fresh coconuts on hot summer nights in Cairo. For the boy that promised me the…