A photo of me and Bruce (my baby cactus) by Francis Pienaar
study of a male model 18, one-line-drawing by Boris Schmitz, 2013
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One time you told me you loved girls who always smiled so I stitched my lips into a grin and as I sat there bleeding on the kitchen floor I wrote with red ink on dirty tile a list of the Reasons Why Things Happen in hopes that you’d come back and take it back and take me back and clean up all the broken glass.
Why why why I’m so sad is because instead of filling myself up I fill you up and it leaves me dry and angry and cracked on your kitchen floor with maraschino cherry juice running sticky down my fingers and there’s not enough ink in the world to say what I need to say."
Martha Galea (via barbieandken)
Ice Worlds by Ralf Doerendahl