lookout kid
trust your body
you can dance
and you can shake
things will break
you make mistakes
you lose your friends again and again
‘cause nothing’s ever perfect
no one’s perfect
let me say it again…
no one’s perfect
“Must have been four hours dragging them out of the water, I got their measurements down now. Carved into my muscles. Permanent.”
A poesia do texto de Kentucky Route Zero pode ser brutal, mas é sempre precisa.
There’ll be a moment when you realise you’re 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn’t be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don’t talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom’s burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won’t be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.
Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
take me to art museums and make out with me
But they said to not touch the masterpieces
Well somebody’s gotta pin the artwork to the wall
This is Johnson, those idiots are fucking in the east wing again.
Conway: “O quê?”
Shannon: “Só… você sabe, déja vù”.
Conway: “Eu também”.
Shannon: “Eu sempre me sinto um pouco envergonhada quando isso acontece. Como se eu estivesse em uma peça, mas não soubesse minha fala”.
norco’s a game about a strange, solitary feeling that often visits in the evenings. it’s a relaxed journey through small secrets and anecdotes and hidden dimensions of the american south. if that sounds like something you might enjoy, here’s the link: