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you keep a lot of secrets
and i keep none
wish i could go back
and keep some
Death comes to me again, a girl
in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.
It’s not so terrible she tells me,
not like you think, all darkness
and silence. There are windchimes
and the smell of lemons, some days
it rains, but more often the air is dry
and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase
built from hair and bone and listen.
to the voices of the living. I like it,
she says, shaking the dust from her hair,
especially when they fight, and when they sing.
Dorianne Laux
That one time when Tabi broke his headphones. [x]
Ólafur Arnalds - Erla’s Waltz
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, Sally Draper?
Fashion Diary: William Eustace | Milan SS11
