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HONEY TONES // LEMONCOLLIES
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I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —
Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters (via 7-weeks)
Two disabled friends build a forest around their village
In a thousand years there will be fables about these two
Yes, and we should start by telling it today..pass it around and pass it on…
The heart grows brutal from feeding on fantasies.
Robert Pinsky, “In Defense of Allusion” (via wordsnquotes)
BLACKLUNG by Keaton St. James
When a man’s jaw clenches so does my pussy wassup daddy
Let this be your I told you so: Tomorrow you’ll hear from them again, they’ll say everything you want to hear. You’ll be so happy, you’ll fall back into your routine. All your friends will be disappointed in you, some may even stop talking to you. It’ll be great for weeks, months even, but they’ll disappear again and you’ll be right here again, saying that it doesnt hurt and that this is the last time you’ll let them do this to you. So when you stumble upon this whenever it happens, consider this your “I told you so” you knew what would happen before you did it.
Try something for me. I want you to say her name. I want you to say her name into the empty air and just listen to the echoes swimming upstream through time. I want you to say her name into the darkness and watch all the ghosts swirl into life for just a moment. I know that it hurts. I know that sometimes you can’t get up because the beat of your own sluggish heart sounds like her footsteps. I know that sometimes you can’t fill your lungs with half a good breath because the air tastes too much like her perfume and you can’t bear to let it disappear like unspoken words down your throat. I know that you are afraid to invoke too many ghosts in case they swarm around you and carry you away with them. Or maybe, maybe that’s not what you fear— maybe what you’re really afraid of is how badly you want it to happen, how desperately you wish to disappear like the wisp of memories no one else remembers how hopelessly you wish for the world to fade out in sepia tones so you can pretend it makes sense again. I know that her name is a prayer now. I know that her name is a prayer reserved for the darkest nights ands grayest days when the ghost of her in the corner of your eyes feels more real than anything your fingers can touch in this world now. But child, I want you to say her name and listen to the echoes fading away into silence. I want you to say her name and taste the aftermath in the air. I want you to say her name again and again and again and again until you can say it without a hitch in your breath, without a stutter in your heartbeat. And then, I want you to say it just one more time and say your name right after hers so that you can touch her and exist with her and fade away into silence with her– at least in sound at least in the chambers of your straining ears the way you wish you had.
learn to say goodbye ( j.p. )
I just want someone who’s excited to make out with me and text me all the time.
February 23rd, 2017
You woke up, and you realized you were over them. Finally, took so long, but you don't miss them anymore.
How did you ring in your 2016? You missed it actually you checked your phone and it was 12:06 And you didn’t even feel anything for missing it, you were face timing the love of your life and talking about everything that had hurt you and vowing to never let it happen again and clearing the air and just being so in love we didn’t even notice what time it was we didn’t even say happy new year but it was one of the only times you stayed up past midnight to talk to me and it was so special and it was even better than those screenshots I have of me staring at you with such adoration that it makes my heart fuckin hurt -the day I wrapped presents in the bedroom and then decided to make cookies and you were laughing while you brushed your teeth- because it hasn’t gone away i still love you so goddamn much it’s just buried under hurt and betrayal but nothing beats the day of my papa’s funeral and I was sitting with my knees up in the uncomfortable kitchen chair picking the turkey out of one of those 12 foot half soggy subway sandwiches and you told me I was eating a bird and that meat was murder and I was so fucking in love with you and how after you went to bed on New Year’s Day i sent you a long message about happy I was to have talked and how I felt so so confident in us now and that we were closer than ever and I smiled the entire time I was in the shower with that tight feeling in my chest from trying to hold back all that smiling and laughter and nothin will ever hurt as much as you and the fact that within three months of being so in love and happy you decided it wasn’t what you wanted and you fuckin left and broke my heart and never looked back and I wish I didn’t fuckin love you so much and that even when I think I’m done with you I’d give everything up just to see you yawn and type on your laptop and squint at me and take cheesy screenshots together goddamn why why why
D.M (via @delilahintheclouds )
i want someone to love me like hozier loves whoever tf he’s singing about
philip: *kisses lukas on the cheek*
lukas: ew gross do it again
Me: *Listening to Hozier*
Me: *Turned on but also very sad*
The thing is that I haven’t gotten around to missing you.
You took all ten of your one-track fingers, dug in and ripped off the bandaid, didn’t care about making a mess, and I’m mourning every loss of the past twelve months, systematically, in order, crying over things that seem a million years old but still smell so fresh, like a wound that doesn’t know yet how to heal, because they are all wounds, all bone-deep, and they don’t know yet how to heal.
And it was wrong to use you to try and hold all that back, but thank you, but thank you, but thank you: I’ve got to feel this pain before I go.
