"For a moment, you really had me going—
whip cream puppies, slippery cloud sex, forever and ever and all that. There was so much sweet hope in my plastic farm heart,
the ants were building sugarcastles in my ventricles.
There was so much dopamine sogging my brain
I thought we had invented flying.
It’s so much better here on the ground,
where the morning light tastes like asphalt and swing set rust. Where everything has teeth that glow.
Where I can afford large grains of salt
with the money I save
buying into nothing."
— Mindy Nettifee (via clementinevonradics)