“we have now been accounted for
and it is written on our empty graves
that After everything still I stayed.
And I mean it.
I stayed. I stayed. I stayed.”
— Buddy Wakefield, “Self-Portrait” (via malglories)
(Source: howtoleavetheozarks, via alonesomes)
1:22 am • 17 September 2014 • 3,486 notes
And the world’s got me dizzy again
You think after 22 years I’d be used to the spin
And it only feels worse when I stay in one place
So I’m always pacing around or walking away
9:30 pm • 16 September 2014 • 4,009 notes
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9:24 pm • 16 September 2014 • 20 notes
Today was long and strange butt it’s nearly over.
5:55 pm • 11 September 2014 • 13 notes
I hate most of the art that I make and all I want to do right now is down an entire bottle of wine.
6:51 pm • 10 September 2014 • 1 note
I want the best for you
So I won’t look your way
Maybe the clouds will clear
And I’ll be seeing you some day
Angel Olsen - “Enemy”
8:26 pm • 9 September 2014 • 665 notes
“Muttering words behind backs
of trusting neighbors, he whispered
filth with granite tongue
and drooping eyes in kitchens of gnawed meat collecting flies,
as I felt the unspeakable urge
between my thighs- once open
to such ideas. And now, now none
of this matters, and now I don’t even care to see traces of old friends.
There are shaking knees
in the back of a silver sorento.
Womanhood’s proof dripping down
to mauve socks and leather feet
on twenty eighth street.
One day she will wear the red cap
and we will beat down her door
asking for pocket change,
Or will we be asking for clozapine?
My brother’s father never did him
the favor of staying, but my father
did stay and it was no favor.
Piss in drawers and cement floors
lingers behind masks of
Christmas lights and shiny credit cards.
I’m braking and waiting but
in two weeks we will be accelerating
towards cities of redwoods
and lakes of new faces.”
7:59 pm • 8 September 2014 • 2 notes