#09.02.23

[sleepsucks]

[umi-no-onnanoko]

"È normale farsi tante domande, ma le risposte non saranno sempre quelle che avevi sperato."

-umi-no-onnanoko (@umi-no-onnanoko )

[kisses5ever]

leftovers

[dreamings-free]

Louis liked Inhaler’s reel on instagram 9/2/23*

[dreamings-free]

Louis’ team and crew posted about All Of Those Voices 8/2/23*

[dreamings-free]

Louis’ management sharing All Of Those Voices’ post on instagram stories 8/2/23*

[treehuggerpoet]

"you would be considered dead in most cultures"

And it's true; her breath did not reach her lungs anymore. It stayed on her tongue or slithered down her throat but no further than that,

Her pulse nothing more than a painfull pitter-patter.

"Pathetic" she said to herself as she tried to rise to her feet.

She threw up thrice before she could bear this newest of her realities.

"Best to face new realities with an empty stomach and empty handed", it once said to her, "or you might hurt yourself"

It laughed then.

She understood the joke now, but that didn't make it any more funny

Or any less cruel.

[miiraage]

inescapable

i washed my hands in the bathroom sink and caught myself smiling again -- eyes doe-round and lips curved like two lily petals: pointed and blushing pink with a glimpse of white teeth sunk into a fat pillow, expression all peaches and cream and  gingham picnic blankets and perry cider.

lately my cheeks have been hurting upon coming to bed,  worn out with the exertion of the exercise i didn’t know i’d been taking --  my arm, too,  from lifting my thumb to press its nail into the gap in my bottom teeth, as if to better appear dreamy and dazed to anyone who might have glanced at me during those quiet moments: during the stretches of time between each sip of tea, between the heady drags of a cigarette and the contemplative prayer sessions spent on unsuspecting park benches.

it’s creeping up on me everywhere, in the steam of the pasta water pouring down the sink and in the rustle of the blanket draped over my legs, in the very stitchwork of my jeans and  in the sound of a beer can hissing its relief after finally being cracked, as inescapable as the breath in your lungs; as inevitable as the sigh in mine.