but every time i try to write
about something else
the more i find you
— this poem isn’t about you, Angelo Suarez (via jeunbug)
In which a possible next tattoo would be a part of the score from the Imperial March shared with m’husband.
— Jeffrey McDaniel (via larmoyante)
I wanted to prove to m’self that I still knew how to put eyeliner on. Turned out, I didn’t. Oh, and lipstick, just because. Uhm, thank you Estee Lauder for the junk. And uhm to MAC as well. LEL!
WHEN WE HAVE EACH OTHER WE HAVE EVERYTHING
Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”