Damaged Goods.

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[aoca]

[millionen]

I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.

Allen Ginsberg, “Transcription of Organ Music,” Howl (via mylinae)

[theepitomeofquiet]

[herplaygroundspills]

In Dreams

The rocks on the beach in Positano,

My glass of aperol spritz white knuckled,

Hand-rolled cigarette rests so casual between your fingers.

You don’t look at me when I ask you if you hate me,

“No. Never.”

Who’s fault was it?

I can’t recall,

It feels like mine.

[heavenhillgirl]

Normal People

[twopromises--blog]

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[herplaygroundspills]

“Beggin’” -Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

…and subtle serpents gliding in her hair,

Christina Rossetti, from The Collected Poems of C. R.; “The World,” (via thatkindofwoman)

[angelicxi]

[qock]

[chansongs-deactivated20200513]

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[herplaygroundspills]

“Trem Two” -Mission of Burma

Now I was touching you, The pleasures are past.

[birdasaurus]

[herplaygroundspills]

“It’s just a [broken] heart“

f u c k  y o u

[tangled-envisioning]

[depressionmeal]

Depression meal 3556

An entire bottle of rosé.

[turnon-therockandroll]

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[herplaygroundspills]

“Sound of Silence” -Simon and Garfunkel

[herplaygroundspills]

Your name still bubbles to my mouth too easily in certain circles,

And I see you in the eyes of a friend’s drunk partner,

Volatile and vibrating insecurity in the frequency of venomous envy of anyone with anything more than what you’ve got.

I hate it that I still hate you,

That I still miss you and your drunk 3am calls,

The jumble of thickly accented I love yous and cruel but veracious criticisms.