Last time I saw her she was chasing fantasies
In and through minutes
She dreamt standing
Dark veils in hundreds covered her head to help block the light
Sealing the envelope-lids closed for good
Perception smoked
Reflection doubled-over
A slow blinding torture with a
Hint of penetrating sun
Mostly causing weeping in all women.
Ghosts in forgotten caves still thirsty
Exhaustion to cease-fire
Boring redundant war fog
Dramatically caked in dust
Her face alone she stumbles searching.
elephant family
(Source: dharbin)
the finality weighing each shoulder down,
pushing heavy and with a slight pull backwards
what is progression?
the fast chest beating faster
breath only harder to catch
and there stands a monster of myself in front of me,
mouth opening inches, jaw dropping feet.
in one quick thrash
you say you wanna work this out but you don’t need to beg… not this time, not this time around…
(Source: nothingmorebeyond, via nevver)
(Source: fuckyeahmarykateashley, via casadilla)
when you’re unemployed on a sunny day in san francisco, grab a friend and a point-and-shoot. mix in a little r&b and you’re golden.
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