waking up after a night of drinking
 waking up after a night of drinking by Emma Blowgun if i wake up and see sunlight, i know i’ve slept in too late. “fuck.â€
 waking up after a night of drinking by Emma Blowgun if i wake up and see sunlight, i know i’ve slept in too late. “fuck.â€
my bay of pigs by Emma Blowgun i hadn’t seen her in two years when she came over on thanksgiving. it was glorious and foreign
like an empty bic pt.2 / the crash of white lightning by Emma Blowgun i sit at my desk and scowl at the monitor. i
the others by emma blowgun i remember graduation caps hitting the auditorium ceiling amongst the shouts and cheers from family, friends, and the likes; stage
the only holiday for me by emma blowgun christians have christmas; they give gifts and pretend their god is useful for things other than stimulating
the war on the war by emma blowgun do you like the beatles? or sunsets? or love, or peace, or happiness? do you like it
2/5/4:20am by emma blowgun i was the only white kid at the party on j street last night. four people got in a fight and
The Cherry on Top of my Life by emma blowgun nothing says “don’t worry, you’re going to be alright; someday you’ll have enough money to
I started smoking 100’s on thanksgiving because money is for rich people by emma blowgun the thanksgiving snow crystals blow horizontally across my scope of
here’s an answer for you by emma blowgun i sit through my college classes, i have talked and shared myself with my classmates; these peers