I can’t sleep because I’m too sad fuck that
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@feelingwanderlust
I can’t sleep because I’m too sad fuck that
No one needs a photo that big
What was it,
2 feet by 4 feet?
That picture felt as tall as me,
Too big for anything other than this funeral
Damned from the start
How can I comment
On a “beautiful” service?
My condolences
For all the bullshit
My condolences
For the giant photo of your husband, father, and best friend
That you’ll never be able to do anything with
My condolences
Something is scratching at the back of my throat
And it’s vomit
Reminding me that you’re gone
Reminding me that I’m not okay
And that I didn’t get to say goodbye
What happens when big, strong hands
Become swollen hands
Dead hands
Who’s going to do the work
Who’s going to pick up the heavy things,
The heavy hearts
Who’s going to say it’s going to be okay
It won’t be you
So I guess that means it’ll be me
But I don’t believe it
My hands are small
And I can’t lift heavy things,
Much less myself
James Dean attending dance classes given by Katherine Dunham in New York City, 1955
Fuck this. 3.13.18 6:57 AM
“Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.”
— Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down
“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.”
— | Ernest Hemingway, A Movable Feast (via stoweboyd)
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