Tumblr (3.0; @swollenhearts)http://swollenhearts.tumblr.com/<iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_31510425060" src="http://swollenhearts.tumblr.com/post/31510425060/audio_player_iframe/swollenhearts/tumblr_m5irioPJKe1qbj9gj?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fswollenhearts%2F31510425060%2Ftumblr_m5irioPJKe1qbj9gj" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="169"></iframe><br/><br/><p><a href="http://younghabitats.tumblr.com/post/24969234922/one-of-those-songs-that-hits-you-as-absolutely" class="tumblr_blog">younghabitats</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>one of those songs that hits you as absolutely strikingly beautiful with just one listen</p></blockquote>http://swollenhearts.tumblr.com/post/31510425060http://swollenhearts.tumblr.com/post/31510425060Fri, 14 Sep 2012 01:42:31 -0400<p>I once spent a whole damn year trying to feel the earth spin beneath my feet. I glued my heels to gravity, sewed my palms to the moon, and prayed to God to shake the stillness (because it <i>clung</i> like dead water in my gut). I opened my mouth to the rain- exclaimed- <i>intoxicate my blood</i>, but I still felt clean, uncalloused, brand new. <br/> I once unstitched my soles, peeled my fingers from their prints, and there was blood- purple dollops of flesh that spun like gauzy webs or nursery mobiles (<i>they lit the sky in requiem of my innocence</i>). I felt bruisy-lipped and free. Painting space with <i>my</i> skin, trembling inside the vacancy (<i>the newborn void</i>) of my own soul. This is what it means to orbit. To feel my innards churn with Sunday sickness, nauseous love, to be sure of nothing at all but my own exposure. I am a threadless home of isolated bones, mortal in this existence, infinite in my own.</p>http://swollenhearts.tumblr.com/post/31482217807http://swollenhearts.tumblr.com/post/31482217807Thu, 13 Sep 2012 17:54:01 -0400