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Twin Peaks Tee by awberry

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Torkil Gudnason for Mademoiselle Magazine, March 1984.

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I got a surprise package in the mail today from the lovely Jacob and Lauren of @sock_fame. Inside held the new Sock on Socks in Grey which are so very comfy, funky and warm! 👣👑 Thank you so much, I can already tell these will be a big part in my winter wardrobe

If you’d like to grab yourself a pair you can head on over to www.sockfame.com or check out their Etsy. Don’t forget to give them a follow @sock_fame to keep up with their latest designs!

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[ouaisted]

Your exterior leaves nothing to be seen but black, ashes, chard The laziness it took to get where you are and to where you are headed It is beyond belief, beyond my comprehension, to choose to be buried and reject nourishment Covered with earth, you're belly-up to the pain You've turned. You've spoiled. You hate everyone because you hate yourself. I met you in bloom, my light and my cool wind in the sick sun I loved you until you pulled the plug without warning Blood trickled down my fingers and my palms I didn't notice

[ouaisted]

I picture your outrageously blue eyes, curly hair and big hands. I like how my head rests on your shoulder with no effort. Your scent is real, it's honest and comforting. You don't try, you don't need to. You're who you are. You are a man, you are your own gender. You are your own. I love your place and the home where you comfortably stand. You aren't the extreme nor the ideal. But I like it and I treasure it. Your big hands are all I'd like to have on the small of my back, my legs, my cheek. You're different, but not intimidating. Strange, but not unreachable. You kiss my forehead, my cheek and my hands. Your name is Max. And I say it over and over until I fall on my back and think on the next time I can wrap my arms all the way around you and look at your face. You're different. You're different.

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[ouaisted]

Did you hope that I would never notice Your door cracked at night, white noise, dimmed light Head spinning, I'm a cat on your windowsill You were afraid of nighttime…That you might be taken from here Going under every day, drugs to help you sleep in this weather I submerge myself in ice water to make my heart slow down You were there in my passenger seat You were there to make me cry and wonder how I failed Our frequency was met, but we missed each other anyway Or maybe you missed me I'll have no way of knowing

[ouaisted]

How do I say to someone I barely even knew Who I loved without reason, for so long, for nothing that I’ll be saying goodbye to something that didn’t even happen That I adored you with no proof, no history, no experience to support it I can’t say goodbye to someone I never greeted, so how to I receive this The never’s and the negatives outweigh their counterparts,  But they’re working against me and against what I have for you I don’t want to say goodbye, but something better for me is here And I can’t let it go knowing that you’ll never be The need I have to touch the face of the man who knows, who speaks and who hears is undeniable, unfathomable, unreachable.

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After this time, three in the morning, -- when I’ve driven, I’ve run, pressed my nails into my arms -- I can’t run away from body or brain When I return to my room, I’m still there I leave myself in the same state in which I abandon myself I touched the needle to Carrie and Lowell and forced each speaker to my ears As deeply as possible this needs to penetrate my eardrums, each bone, every single one. I caressed the wood and the plastic, since there is no one else here To know how this feels To know how I am floating in space always No one else, so I held to the wire and the metal They are here for me, they give me a place to go when I drove all night to find a home It is humming in my bones at a moment’s notice Mother cradling me in her arms, rubbing my back and brushing my hair Home is there for a moment, for another Humans can’t hear words and never will. It’s inaudible, untouchable, disjointed. You read what is there but you choose to ignore Another living hurting person You choose to ignore, you choose to know only a fraction of what you see A woman alone, a person lost.