In summer dusk the girls lingered near the benches on Bronx Park South. Jewish...– Don DeLillo - Libra (via consider-the-tetrapod)
This is my Proof, David Yezzie
earlyfrost: Inside a book I’ve been meaning to read forever, I come across you decades later and find again words you wrote to calm me when we were together: your photo pressed like an aspen leaf I guess I missed. The scribble across the back, your name— if more was meant, it never came. There were others (there’s someone now), same as you. And yet, somehow among dust motes,...
I wanna break apart my heart Glue the pieces to my car Crash it into a wall I don’t want to feel at all I wanna break apart my heart Douse it in gasoline So the fire burns clean Flick a cigarette Like that movie Con-Air Doused in gasoline