radical boyfriends

You pretty little scorpion
on his nightstand. You mosquito

flying into our bedroom
carrying all your not-malaria.

Imagine me a frog, long tongue
slithering out to swallow you

whole. Imagine him, warm,
asleep beside me. While you wait

for his response, phone poised
in your hand like a rattlesnake.

—  Clementine von Radics, Ode To The Girl Texting My Boyfriend In The Middle Of The Night

“Stan, do you wanna ditch class and go to the arcade? ” Cartman asked Stan as he stands next to him on the bathroom wall, pulling Twinkies out from his backpack.

Stan sighed and rested his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder as they look out the window. Skipping school with his radical boyfriend was Stan’s favorite activity. Stan sneakily stole a piece of the spongy cake as he takes a bite and replied, “Of course I’ll come. I love playing hooky with you.”

Cartman chewed in response. “You always do, hippie. ”

Stan licked the cream off his finger, smirking. “You’re fun and outrageous. ”

Cartman slung his arm around Stan’s shoulder, planting a kiss on his cheek. “You`re goddamn right. ” he replied then looks at his watch. “Let’s hit the road when the bell rings for biology class. ” Stan nodded as they come off from the wall, held each other hands and exited the bathroom door.

I wonder If you know that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry.
—  Clementine Von Radics

Nice Guys Finish Last

1. kill my boyfriend- natalia kills, 2. lewis takes action- owen pallet, 3. jenny- studio killers, 4. sweater weather- the neighborhood, 5. black eyes- radical face, 6. boyfriend- best coast, 7. the sailor song- the gadsdens, 8. poppies- the attorneys, 9. don’t mess with me- temposhark 10. die young (deconstructed)- ke$ha

a KeiAki mix i co-made with Bri!! (●′▽‵●) hope everyone enjoys it!

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

—  Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers