“May The Flesh Of Kings Feed The Earth”

“my child is fine” your child is estranged from their own native language

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

who’s your favorite poet? edgar allen poe? yikes. why isn’t it someone actually important like flo milli

Secrets (detail)

Charles Joseph Frédéric Soulacroix (1858-1933)

richard siken / snow and dirty rain

losing battle

In Memory of Mortland   Ko-fi | PATREON | Comet radio | Deviantart | Pixiv

Lameka Fox By Itaysha Jordan By The Washington Post September 2020

what happened w the grocery store posting U guys used to love romanticizing the grocery store

Les films rêvés (2010) dir. Eric Pauwels