till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,

"what the fuck was i thinking?"

what the fuck was i thinking

keep art alive; art by izabella pierce

fuck was i ~ jenny owen youngs
& the video

"love grows in me like a tumor,

parasites bent on devouring its host.

i'm developing my sense of humor,

till i can laugh at my heart between your teeth,

till i can laugh at my face beneath your feet."

fuck it, i'm tired of this black and bleak mood i've been in. i need to reunite with my sense of humor. i need to remember all the things that i love, and how they all remind me why i need to carry on.