Bon Iver:And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine. I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind, but now all your love is wasted. And then who the hell was I?
Death Cab:So one last touch and then you'll go and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more. But it was vile, and it was cheap and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me. Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Radiohead:But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. And it wears me out... It wears me out. If I could be who you wanted, if I could be who you wanted all the time... all the time.
Brand New:You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones, spring keeps you ever close. You are secondhand smoke, you are so fragile and thin standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins.
Nicki Minaj:You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, yeah you a you a stupid hoe.You a stupid hoe you a you a stupid hoe. You stupid stupid, you a stupid hoe
There are certain things about myself
that I can romanticize,
like the way that I have the Orion’s belt on my chin,
or the way my grandmother gave me her hands,
gift-wrapped and covered in flour.
Yesterday, I found a birthmark on my inner thigh
of a heart, or spilt milk,
And this morning, I found that
there’s nothing that a person can do
to make me feel more beautiful, than to
trace me like
I held more delicate, simpler lines
And sometimes I fool myself into thinking
that yes, of course! There are constellations on my skin
or freckles in the night,
as if my body was a pool
that reflected the sky.
But all of this
isn’t just me being a dreamer
or a spilt-milk, heart shaped romantic
it’s just me
trying to turn this hunk of muscle and dirty fingernails
into something more,
that I can hold like
my grandmother’s hands,
or as something
that I can keep closer to me
than my own flesh.