December 2010
7 posts
taking a spill at catalina beach club, 1993.
meganfalley:
the
scraped elbow grapefruit red raw like the inside of a lip an ostrich cut open glitter-blood arts and crafts on the indoors type kid
so
catalina beach had a lot of remedies: green ice cream man with m&m eyes and candy coated suitÂ
or
a high dive that made everything less terrifying not so much like death even the scarlet running down my arm like a melting popsicle
but
...
“I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.”
– J.D. Salinger (via apathie, suzywire) (via loveyourchaos, cockmouth)
when snow falls finally in brooklyn,
ether-eden:
I could not travel further into your chest.
I want to tell you everything.
I want it all to slide off my shoulders like too much snow.
You are a fireplace. An evergreen.
An honest muscle. An open organ,
a long thunder with enough mississippies to be able to go to sleep.
