Held Together with a Hand Grenade

Most of the Time i just think of cigarettes and dinosaurs and cigarettes

FUCK I guess im still in love with you

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

—e.e. cummings (via hemingways-cat)