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lenny n luka

Luka Sabbat & Frank Ocean

She was the start of a beautiful hurt. In the right kind of wind, her evenings sung a lot like losing. When the air grew sharp, she told me I was easy to forget. When the air grew biting, I believed her. He is not a God, she whispered. But you will bend your knees to his absence anyway. You will ask so often for an impossible thing that it, too, will become prayer. Her stomach was a hollow promise and I was dancing in it. She kissed me cold. Taught me the names of lakes so deep that bodies can go lost into a wet nothing. Taught me that this hurt is a body in its own way, with its own kind of drowning, with its own kind of failing limbs.

She, September (via inkywings)