cancer.

caustic. catalyst. what have you done?

there is lots more where that came from

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bird hands

Images from The Bird Hand Book by Victor Schrager

sensitivity and lynchings

prisoner of my own mind. screaming my lungs out, trapped noise in my closed mouth. i wake up and my legs are bleeding. god, someone please help me. you keep trying to get in but i won’t let you. i wont let you in.

you say that she cries when she hears the bird’s song.

I will learn to cook for you It's one thing that I plan[ned] to learn to do.

did the ironing in a cowboy hat felt as fresh as the paint in this new flat i will never tell you what to do. have ambition simply to see things through did you know i could be a lot of fun i’m aware that friendship can die young as the glow from the street light bled down the langlands road we set off, the best of friends i know where i stand i don’t need you to hold my hand well i’ve tried to get along with you and i asked myself what i’m gonna do i’m coming ’round to take a stand gonna to put us together with glue or an elastic band i know where i stand i don’t need you to hold my hand well i’m softer than my face would suggest and at times like these i’m at my lowest ebb but i know i can confide in you if i cry to set the mood oh please could you cry too? happy new year. you’re my only vice. what if we compromised? i am open.

dig a hole that goes down deep in the ground.

im fallin into this hole and im not sure when ill land. the ground isnt even in sight. you said jump, i closed my eyes and dove in. i feel around in the dark. small pieces of revealed to me bit by bit. anticipation excites and scares me. this landscape is familar and treacherous but this time things are different. explosive. passionate. driven. is this a hole or a tunnel? whiskey on our breaths; kissing in the dark. lethargic bliss.

lady bird

"I love you very much + always have since I first saw + held you. You have made me more proud than you'll ever know."