April 2010
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March 2010
9 posts
sometimes i dream of my grandmothers father and...
He owned, if not 1, but a billion things here and there, walking the streets like a aristocrat, his shoes polished, his hair black and slick. He only wore suits, of course, to show everyone who he was, and where he was from. His skin smelling of the peppers his family grew, and the leaves from the mountains they owned. His eyes, light brown, hazily, the color of spoilt honey, which was rare. They...
everything is everything, and nothing is...
Oh I get told to never get old but the weight unfolds.
I’m a little garcon in my head, with a little fille stuck in bed.
Oh I get told to never get old but the weight unfolds.
I’m a little garcon in my head, with a little fille stuck in bed.
"I have seen beauty thrive, in the most fragile of...
