→ 18 Jun 13 at 7 pm
Women in shorts cause crash, 1937
And the world was never the same.
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Women in shorts cause crash, 1937
And the world was never the same.
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Sretsis / River Island , $20 / Vintage clutch, $89 / Silver leaf necklace / Ceramic Coffee Cup / Kg Kurt Geiger Vero Black, $245
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Poets say things like
“you smell like December and broken glass.”
But I’ll never be a poet
and the only smell I associate with you is
ginger green tea
and the leather bound books
that you hide in your back pocket.
I loved you like choking on a cherry pit.
I loved you like a leafless tree.
I loved you like 3 shots of whiskey
and half a pack of cigarettes
and it’s summer
and we’re stupid
and you really have no clue at all.
Some people search the night sky for some sort of greater meaning.
I search for the right words to string together,
to form a single sentence saying:
Fuck this feeling, just please come back.