welp.uhh. and that's all i have to say.
~snarkattack
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Clara BowThe burden of perfectly curved lips cannot be denied. It hits like a soft knife, a silk skirt with the outline of hipsClara Bow
lit low and lovely, saying with slips of the legs what we could not. it was her life, this burden of perfectly curved lips.
striding wide and lonely, her trips to despair were edged with quiet strife; and a silk skirt and the outline of hips
made up the background of her days and comic strips told little boys who she was and made them wise to the burden of perfectly curved lips.
An epitaph: she lived as the drips of happi
by ~snarkattack
the cityFull of streets down whihc I've turned in order to avoid the places where they knew me. full of voices that called out to me by name. Full of rooms where I collected memories. Full of windows through which I saw grow up the piles of suns and rains that made my years. Full of men that I followed with a glance. Full of children who will only know things that I know, and that I do not want to tell them.the city
by ~snarkattack
pero non mi destarDon't go in now. Lose yourself in the crunching, madly pink gravel. Go slowly. Stop to watch the stiffness of the laurel leaves. Don't go near the oranges- their color is much too frank. Prefer, instead, ridiculous bamboos, like spines of insects gone mad or invalids that died screwed into the soil. Stare at rigid, skeleton things. The vulgar sheaves of blue stripes: These are benches. Round dead things: the stumps of roadside planetrees.pero non mi destar
Let three hours go by and you
can go in. At last you can see everything that remains of them: &nbs
by ~snarkattack
kensingtonThe light of the nordic summer is immense, with those afternoons that never die away. Like the peace that comes when it's over, and she nearly tells the old secret that we're always looking for new ways to find.kensington
And she speaks, telling me the images that make way for her: her own way, so slow, through which I guide her toward the peak.
by ~snarkattack
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but forreallyforserious, when you coming down, forreallyforreal. getcher ass down here bfore i kick it off.
(PSA: rax will make sense when sleeping has been had)
YAY!!!!!!
*watches you*
I'm sure it's great
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