brianomnidillon.com: for Kait Rokowski →
brianomnidillon: My friend Kait is the type of person who shows up on your fucking stoop at 3am. Smokes your weed, sleeps on your couch. Then misses the goddamn bus out in the morning. My friend Kait is the type of person who pours whiskey into red wine and then names the new concoction after herself. My friend…
Kait Rokowski is the kind of writer I completely trust, rooted in the kind of...– Rachel Mckibbens someone I’m thankful for (via kaitrokowski)
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Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Boar, Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Ram. Monkey: You are not a God. You’re just an eager alter boy with a tight grip. Rooster: I will not let them burn down your smile. I refuse to believe their smoke. Dog: Let us pretend that everything is okay when it is just quiet. Boar: I blew you a kiss. I hope you can forgive...
Tonight I chose to be a crop duster of wine. To sprinkle red. My lungs are growling. Tonight, when they announce last call. When bodies stampede to the bar. I will chose to dance. Alone. With the lights. With the bass. I can easily pretend that no one is watching. But it is much more fun assume that everyone is.