Andrew Gibby

Love is a downpour of shelter
I want to wrap you in blankets until you are so dry you’re wet
I want to come clean in our dirtiest bed
Fuck playing the field
Do you have any idea how wild I could grow in the flowerpot beside your desk?
Baby, all of your petals are welcome here
In every ounce of your drought I will never ask you to weed your fear
—  Andrea Gibson

Andrea Gibson, Honey :)

And if there’s one thing in this world I’ve ever known for sure, it’s that this girl is gonna crush me like a small bug.
Leave me so frickin’ broken there’ll be body bags beneath my eyes from night’s I cried so hard the stars died. but I’m like, go ahead.
I’m all yours.
I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm ‘cause I’d rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like.
—  Andrea Gibson, “Wasabi”
  • Stairscase
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“It is incredible what kind of mess I can make with a nine hour drive and an unanswered text. Yes, that is me crying to the tollbooth man. I say, ‘In the ghost town of our love, there is a player piano trying to prove it can make music without being touched. My finger tips miss her so much.’”

- Andrea Gibson, Staircase

I believe there is such a thing as a nonviolent fist. I believe the earth is a woman muzzled, beaten, tied to the cold slinging tracks. I believe the muzzled have every right to rip off the bible belt and take it to the patriarchy’s ass. I know these words are gonna get me in trouble. It is never polite to throw back the tear gas.
—  Andrea Gibson, Etiquette Leash