LA is a bubble, one large iridescent bubble.. soap and ocean water. floating. at least it lets the planes out. & only the ears pop, never the bubble. after you leave a while you’ll miss it. although, you can really miss the worst things.. a cigarette, a doomed bus. easy tiger, i hold a deep affection for los angeles and it’s oppressive sunshine. moms is moving here this summer, my kid brother’s going to middle school. middle school. fuck, i’m getting old.. in los angeles.
"You’re wearing your last goodbye
on your face like dirty clothing
and she won’t look at you,
she won’t look at you because
she loves you and this means
forgetting, this means closing
every door that leads to
your hands and the
bedpost notches on your spine,
the both of you passing each other
like lonely ghosts in the night
except you held onto her wrist
before she could leave
and she stayed with you ever since.
She loves you so she won’t meet your eyes or unshackle her unsteady deer like legs to get up from the sofa and tell you to go and fuck yourself for making her love you and not staying around for the collateral"
She loves you so she won’t meet your eyes or unshackle her unsteady deer like legs to get up from the sofa and tell you to go and fuck yourself for making her love you and not staying around for the collateral"
Azra.T., Last Goodbye (via 5000letters)
