Sierra as a broken tooth in the bathroom, peeling off tangerine rinds from her thighs, waiting for something to bloom. Sierra, as salt down my back in glimmering light, as a dream I once had, as the dream I never had. Sierra as bloody diamonds, bloody gold, as her mouth pockmarked and full, waiting, easy, slowly, kiss me, fuck. Sierra as the person I didn’t let exist inside me, as the broken horse, the watery eyes, the twisted leg, and I didn’t want to shoot her. In the backyard, no barn, no Midwest, no dreary Ohio dreams, me and you, Sierra, letting the mosquitoes ricochet across our palms, and I had a gun in my hands and you’re going to let me shoot you, you’re not going to cry. Belly kisses and you broke the windows with your bare hands. Belly kisses and sometimes, I blink and you’re shimmering, sometimes I blink and the light devours you. Sometimes it’s hard to pretend that you didn’t bleed, Sierra.
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why isnt it more socially acceptable to just scream and scream and scream and scream and never stop screaming

(Source: greenseer)

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for Clementine

She is all firecracker mouth and luck.
Little warrior, good love,

fears nothing.

She is a backyard of light. Honest lamb,
let me drape this towel

on your shoulders,

friend. Slam the screen door behind you.
The storm will not follow you back inside

unless you ask her.

There are paper plate leftovers,
extra blankets and we saved

a place for you, here.

Child, I hear the fork in your throat.
I see the poem in the pit of your gut,

the prayer in your voice.

— for Clementine, by Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)

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I sincerely just don’t get it man, and I probably never will.
But I’m coming to terms with that.

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lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

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The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.

— Iain S. Thomas (via larmoyante)

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fuks:

thinking about space fucks me up 

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jamaicanamazon:

Dionne’s looks in Clueless (1995)

Her outfits tho.

(Source: evilspice)

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The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.

— L.L (via the-healing-nest)

intensively deep

(via slumbeautiful)

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My poppa was a total babe.

My poppa was a total babe.

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I can never unlove you. I’ll just love you in a different way now.

— Marco, Starting Over Again (via perfect)

(Source: daneataye)

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