sometimes i feel like my macbook is my life.
Monday, 2 May 2011
Saturday, 23 April 2011
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
Friday, 8 April 2011
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Sunday, 30 January 2011
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
She didn’t examine her body for bruises, or not until sunday afternoon,
standing in a shaft of sunlight, dust illuminated, her skin covered in downy hairs
-lifting as her fingertips brush by- caressing the purlpegreenblue of that night,
bared teeth and curled lip, sprawled, she remembers,
it doesn’t matter where the lace is worn what matters is where you bruise.