Curiouser and curiouser.
- Charlotte, Lost in Translation
(via starvingscars)
Power dinner (at Sonoma Restaurant and Wine Bar)
at EPA Ariel Rios South Building
at Old Post Office Pavilion
In the mood of love
Everything is filled with you,
and everything is filled with me:
the towns are full,
just as the cemeteries are full
of you, all the houses
are full of me, all the bodies.
I wander down streets losing
things I gather up again:
parts of my life
that have turned up from far away.
I wing myself toward agony,
I see myself dragging
through a doorway,
through creation’s latent depths.
Everything is filled with me:
with something yours and memory
lost, yet found
again, at some other time.
A time left behind
decidedly black,
indelibly red,
golden on your body.
Pierced by your hair,
everything is filled with you,
with something I haven’t found,
but look for among your bones.
School girl
Spring break forever @dimepieceLA @urbanears
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