itcomestothis

thinkings and writings of a writer in brooklyn

[itcomestothis]

Exhale as you drown

Hearts heavy as stones

Let water comb through

those frozen and steel lungs

No back and forth

No right or wrong

No mistake

Only certainty

Drowning by design

Water enters through lungs

through heart

through stone

Hands in pockets

Sweater wrapped tight

Protecting against warm light

No admiration

No give and take

No conscious decision ever made

Enter the water

And exhale as you drown

[c-oquetry]

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#neonsignart has got me GOING right now.... Obviously...

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If you look at it for too long it loses its meaning. (at Central Park)

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What she wanted was love, and the best way to go looking for it was through sex. But it never worked that way, and the sex just made her lonelier. I understood that, as it had made me lonelier too. I couldn’t even remember being lonely before, certainly not in this way, until I had seen the edge of all the ways you could be with another person, which brought up all the myriad ways that person could never be there for you.

Ann Patchett, Truth and Beauty (via toomuchinformation)

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Motherfuckin' starboy (at Bleecker Street/Broadway–Lafayette Street)

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I'm going to call this #jokergreen (at Nights & Weekends)

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My hands need some work but the nail stickers are too fucking perfect not to share with all you great people..

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👖🐟🐳☄️💦🎽🚙🚘🌌🛢💎📘📫🖌💙🌀💠🔵🔹🔷 (at Bedford–Stuyvesant, Brooklyn)

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Paul in his natural habitat- the highest shelf in the house.

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Note: Io is a musk ox.

"Each seed as he

crushes it in his teeth

shoots a suds of sharp red

cream along his tongue.

M'hek is eating a

pomegranate in the dark.

He avoids its bitter

membrane jacking out the

seeds one by one with the

point of a knife.  His beard

and hands are stained.  A

thin wild fragrance rises

on the air this interests Io

in a psychedelic way.  She

is still high on fermented

gorse and ambles over to

where he sits crosslegged

on the ground.  The rest of

the herd is asleep in a

path of saxifrage.  She

studies M'hek and with a

long slow blink of her

deepshaded golden eyes

extends her tongue.  No

one can know what

another's ecstasy is and yet

when M'hek wipes four

pomegranate seeds off his

knife blade onto the

blackish groove of Io's

tongue she shivers all

over.  Here is a taste for

every bud M'hek thinks.

Io subsides slowly and

gigantically to the ground.

Together they inhale the

first blue of day as it starts

seeping out of hills all

around.  Io leans her

horn against M'hek's knee.

A hush carries itself up

her sigh.  Late stars watch

them."

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[observando]

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[itcomestothis]

"Beautiful and violent, spare and ominious, explodes mythologies of Southern femininity as it reaches past its dixie boundaries and grasps the tainted lifelines of every family ghost story."

[-p-i-n-k]

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May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.

Sappho