Sunday, December 11, 2011


from the skinned knees or the scars on your arms or your face or the way athletes walk with a subtle limp and the callouses on a guitar player, you carry your scars with you everywhere. imperfections are wonderful despite (or because?) skin is sacrosanct and i intend to spend every minute of my life giving it its due reverence. 

from the hollows of your collarbone to the dips in your hips.


also: my reaction to things that happened last night? this.

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