. we all survived, bodywise I left u high I lost my lovely, I didn’t die . . photo / https://lukegauthier.tumblr.com/post/116550673924
. I think I live mostly in my mind. I go through situations, I come to conclusions. Do you ever feel or see that? How some people seem to be engaged somewhere else? And some people are so tethered here you wonder if it’s any better? . . photo / c-isnenegro on Tumblr
. subtlety and intricacy less surface more unseen with ties to roots and the edge translating dreams here . photo / Polina Washington
. my mind won’t let me inch towards the features of your face in an effort to protect itself have you ever watched an angel slowly turn into something else? . photo / M Z
. your wildflowers will be here without you you’re warning of someone behind me . photo / Lana Prins
. there are festering cesspools where they speak of love as how much an angel would endure they don’t know that love is quiet looking for peace .
. Jezebel is a runaway chariot a devil and an angel sit on her shoulders who is the angel? the Angel is learning the ways of how the Devil sleeps .
. the sound of your pulse in my ears I love your heavy steady heart jolting me awake and calling me to sleep watching my heart in another body . photo / Li Hui
. time has passed and I don’t know where I stand with the idea of still having remnants of you . . photo / Tamara Lichtenstein writing / berlin macuixtle (Thank You For Nothing Zine)
So subtly is the fume of life designed To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind photo / marcin lichowski writing / Edna St Vincent Millay