#nerdy. Why can’t this be my drivers license picture? #college
Cryptic fridge Art. #art #fridgepoetry
#suspenders #queer #stoner #tatted #pierced
She knows how to speak to my soul and I find that makes me grin rather stupidly, but I am somewhat enchanted by her ability to remind me that this was merely something that was going to perhaps progress. Equally as the beautiful as the sound of the Sublime that she was playing. My jaw dropped as I saw the familiar iconic “soundtrack” of what had been my youth. My favorite band in the known universe. It was playing loudly and she said to me, ” I wanted to see the reaction on your face when you saw what I was playing.” Her smile punched my stomach directly and I felt myself grin widely. That “big goofy grin when you like someone.” my “ex something or rather” has previously described to me earlier on a “let’s get a drink,” Saturday afternoon. Where we discussed the individual that I am referring to now
The rest of the night flew by and we soon parted ways. My time was done before hers was. Previously, three minutes before typing this out I glanced down at my floor where my Sublime record was. It was the one that she was playing just recently when I was with her. My stomach again. A punch directly to it. I could hear her saying what she says often to me, “Listen. You need to listen.” It occurred to me suddenly, you have listen with your eyes and your ears. Shut your mouth because actions do speak louder than words.
At the Co-Op. #ilovemyjob #seattle #centralcoop