Just followed you on insta - would you do the url thing for me?
@dirty-holy-things
You catch me in the neck of nostalgia’s embrace and tell me that i’m a sentimentalist. I laugh, tell you that the end half of the word is right. And I want to ask why the hell you're not. See, I've spent my whole life pressing souvenirs into my palm hard enough to leave marks, hoarding pictures in clenched fists like if I lose them I lose the memory too. I’m not used to all the staying, to all the permanence of the last four years. Forgive me, but my devil works in sevens not sixes. In seven years my cells renew. In seven years dad leaves and in another seven I lose the way i’m supposed to laugh at things. I collect clothes people give me, hang them like skeletons that I sometimes put on and walk around in just to remember the feel of another body. My cross of a necklace is buried underground. See, my religion is not praying it is remembering. My beliefs are keeping hold of moments that feel like love, that feel like life, and not letting go until I have to.
Send me an ask, I’ll answer with prose based on what your URL reminds me of.
