July 2010
Friday Poem →
dreaminginthedeepsouth:
Bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there. there’s a bluebird in my heart...
fox and fayvel: On the evening of her eighteenth... →
On the evening of her eighteenth birthday, Maddy opened her journal and made a list of jewels and precious stones she’d held. Gold, diamond, emerald; ruby, turquoise, pearl; amber, jade, marble… there were some she had forgotten. Beneath these she listed what she thought were the most perfect…
