i love finding tidbits that i wrote about a boy two and a half years ago.

some hopeful,

some not.

it’s hard to fathom that he is mine,
even after nine months.

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grotle:

if you want to find the biggest asshole at a party, leave an acoustic guitar out

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likeafieldmouse:

Denisse Garcia - Fragile (2010)

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observeschemedestroy:

Helmut Newton - Central Park West, 1977

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i have a photo

that no one has seen

of a boy

who is no longer living.

i didn’t know him at the time.

i never knew him.

i never will.

i keep it 

because

he looks more alive in the photo

than i have ever felt.

knowing the dance to this is as close as i get to zumba. or working out.

inconsistency

the spells of bathe-less days

only to met by ones of obsessive cleanliness 

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