figuring it out.

Ask me anything   i got alot of thoughts about where i came from and a whole lot of questions about what the hell i'm doing here. so with wise words from others and maybe a bit of my own rambling, gonna figure this ish out.


you come back to me in a memory
of frantic morning primping,
a hurricane of flat-ironed hair and unironed pants.
the bathroom mirror still fogged
by your shower and breath as you squintingly apply eyeliner, shouting
“time check!” every few minutes.

you are always late.

it takes some time to trace the memories
of women i have loved and not deserved
before i get to your name and face,
two words instead mean the essence of you.

i have never been good with time.
i have never been good with months or years.
i looked after those hands with unblinking dedication.

sleepless tuesday mornings, i wonder
who it is that now attends
to the ticking of your clocks.

"7:17" Elijah Patterson
— 3 hours ago


i love the term “partners”
are we dating?
are we robbing a bank?
do we run a legal firm?
are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit?
who knows.

(via mrshebedat)

— 3 hours ago with 225056 notes
"Take off your boots, babe,
swing your thigh over mine. I like it
when you do the same old thing
in the same old way.
And then a few kisses, easy, loose,
like the ones we’ve been
kissing for a hundred years."
A poem from Like A Beggar by Ellen Bass, reviewed by Julie R. Enszer. (via therumpus)

(via therumpus)

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