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Poems for $.50 in a small bookstore in San Francisco
(via loveyourchaos)
(via mrzen)
if you’re ever feeling overdramatic just remember that zelda fitzgerald once threw herself down a flight of marble stairs at a party because her husband was talking to someone else
so there!
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i’m starting to have a thing for tom t. hall i think …
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
— Ernest Hemingway (via loveyourchaos)
(Source: larmoyante, via loveyourchaos)
Here is the skin that you said you loved
draped over the back of the chair in the kitchen.
Here are the teeth. Here is the sternum, the
clavicle, the fibula. Here are the angel bones
laid out on top of the dresser like antique
jewelry. Here are the earlobes, the knobbly
elbows, the beauty mark near my temple
that always got a moan out of you. Here are
my thighs, my femur. All ten toes, all ten
fingers. My pubic bone, preserved and
wrapped in a velvet bag. Your name on the
tag. Your name on everything. Here is
the body that loved you. Here is the
heart, bloodied and wanting. Here are
those drunk voice mails, the sober texts.
Here is your promise of staying. Here
is the lonely hum in my brain where your
name used to be. Here is my spine. Here
is all the hollow. Here is all the longing. Here
is the heavy tongue, the scratchy vocal
chords. Here are all of the I love you’s.
Here is the shocking wreck of it all. Here is
how you were closer to me than my bones,
my skin. Here is the quiet city, your empty
side of the bed. Here is the empty. Here is not
knowing whether you loved me or not. Here is
the poem that can’t save us. Here.
—Kristina H., “On Missing You” (via fleurishes)
Katie Lambert in El Portal at Ron Kauk’s house. Queue Eye of the Tiger. Photo by Jeff Johnson - @patagonia- #webstagram
Finally just hung my board.. get it.