9.30 GOLDEN BOY
meganfalley: GOLDEN BOY My brother’s hair looked like someone cooked a porridge comprised entirely of sunshine and poured the bowl over his head. It was a yellow traffic light that everyone slowed down for, then stopped. Complimented my mother, told her she was lucky. It was as if angels weaved all their halos together and crowned him. He was a dandelion of a boy—but when we picked him up after...
I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact. If you get...– Peanut Butter, Eileen Myles (via grammatolatry)
in the split seconds before come and get it becomes oh god don’t stop, I...– Jessica Dawson, in speaking of the space between actions (via holdonmagnolia)
Things that have happened since.
breannamo: I went back to him the week of your funeral Because I knew I wouldn’t have to explain myself. I got the tattoo of your mandala on my ribs Because it’s closest to my heart, without touching the breast you lost. I almost put it on my hip so you could be the first to see my children But I got selfish And didn’t want your memory to get caught up in the stretch marks. I read your...
this is how i look without makeup with no bra my ninnys sag down low– E. Badu
asdarkthingsareloved: aziza meets charlie parker at an unspecified bar on 52nd Street and she looked at him he was a forest of floating caskets and that was just in the eyes she saw his appetites shovel him at the joints those cruel miners it is frightening to see a wrist...