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the thingstiny things birds' eggs and eyelashes and fingernails as small and perfectly formed as an "oh!", a yawning breath exhaledthe things
the pile of logs in the garden where a tree once stood reaching to touch it like gold-leaf paper or the back of a man's neck
dreaming of sailboats that familiar wrenching silverbluegreen that sits in my stomach and crosses its legs
tequila and orange juice at six in the morning holding my head in my hands squeezing as if i could pour everything into a tumbler and drink it down &
by ~emilygolightly
a working titlehe kisses my mouth and my skin is in floods of morning dew and tearsa working title
by ~emilygolightly
IDby ~emilygolightly
after you diedi.after you died
they asked me if there was something of yours that I wanted to keep I wanted to keep your eyelashes, your breath, your blood I said this, and they looked sad, said they meant did I want your
clothes and possessions, your things
I didn't know what I wanted cradling my head with my arms and quietly saying no over and over my mouth dry with the taste of morning sickness and old seawater
a month later, I wanted all your clothes I was scrub-faced and tired the yellow of the walls hurt my eyes, buried in wet to
by ~emilygolightly
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she saidshe said i think i'll take six sleeping pillsshe said
just to see what my pupils do
she laughed, she was joking
(of course)
she said don't you ever wonder what insanity &nbs
by ~sleeplessjewel
There Were DaysThere were days I'd sit and I'd drink toThere Were Days
pretend I wasn't here, or rather, that I wasn't there, Even if I wasn't sure wasn't positive where it was I'd rather be.
You always assumed
always thought it was who you were
by ~elzorrito
i fucked up againI.i fucked up again
fewer things have depressed me more than when i looked at your feet today and you were wearing black socks. i asked you about it and you said that you don't wear festive socks anymore, that it was over and you were at another cross roads of your life. i know you were trying to be funny but there is something about you when you walk away and your eyes are so big and you
are wearing plaid and i just get all choked up.
II. i want your hands on my ribcage, nails in my skin. i want to feel the arch in your back.
III. i miss you i miss you i miss you
by ~loosenyourheart
UNABLE AND UNFIT
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| We loved each other so much that sometimes it hurt, even when we were close. I wanted to be her and she wanted to be me. Sex never felt complete, and afterwards we talked carelessly about easy subjects to avoid discussing the ache that bruised us both. So one day, in the kitchen, she cut me and I cut her; gently, slowly, too easily. It was the knife we used for onions and our tears were painful but expectant. We dripped the blood into coffee mugs, then bandaged up and went to bed. We fucked and there were stars but we saw different constellations. |
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i love curry
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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i love you, said ophelia, and i love that dark bird you hold in your arms.
big sur
1958
umm....really spicy ones???
idk, i just like curry on my biryani
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
i can hear the sound of far-off bells
i lay my feet out in the reeds
and i dream of bein' somewhere else
so girl, next time you are in town
just ring the bell, i'll come let you in
i don't think you gon' need directions
just ask for the house where we all live
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
--
i love you, said ophelia, and i love that dark bird you hold in your arms.
big sur
1958
such an amazing artist, i have
featured you in my 'featured deviant'
section next to my journal
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