Hearing the engines flare, the horns Not letting up, the frenzy of being. I...– tracy k smith
sentient is such a pretty word. -k.
You are dead: wound round like a paisley shawl. I cannot...– Diane Wakoski, from “Blue Monday” (via proustitute)
all i saw was phosphenes illuminating the iris and undressing the sclera i turned lost (losing) all of my footing and laying there with you/our/your/ palms on hearts and familiar held within -i asked has it happened have we been found out have you found me out -k.
The faintest evidence of the truth almost makes me giddy.– messageboard post, nils nihil (via magnificentruin)
In a world thronged with monsters and with gods, we are barely conscious of...– Marcel Proust, À l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin (via proustitute)
my ride home -abandoned graffiti
I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my...– Tara Hardy, Bone Marrow (via joannastarks)
i don’t care I don’t care as long as you dance me around the room...
you know the other night i ate an alligator. i swallowed it whole and the sharp skinned claws got stuck on the way down the inside of my throat is now raw with the connective tissue holding ontoeverythingisay seems that every time i open my mouth to s p e ak pools of blood drool all over this damn kitchen table its really a fucking shame. i thought i was on to something -k.