odes to the senses


I got on the mic and sang as my head was detached from my body.

This was a mess.

”Oh, you’re so pretty¡ Oh, you’re so this… so that!”

—I’m not any of those things, I rejected. I’m a human fucking mess.

—ok, wait. I am pretty, but I’m still a mess.

“Oh. Ok? So, why’d you fall in love with …?”

—Because he sees more than me. And I love what he sees.

(conversations with a fool)

alfalfa brown

Ashley Chambers