"The sort of life I had previous to this popular success was one that required endurance, a life of clawing and scratching along a sheer surface and holding on tight with raw fingers to every inch of rock higher that the one caught hold of before, but it was a good life because it is the sort of life for which the human organism is created."
Tennessee Williams, “The Catastrophe of Success”
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Never come between a man and his pies. Faces have been obscured to protect the greedy. #brooklyneats http://ift.tt/1sr61pC
A glance at you, and summertime bloomed in my bones. Seedlings, and dirt, petals and pollen, forging strongholds in cold, calcium husks.
Petrichor. Dusk. You’d smile at me, run your thumbs across my wrinkly brown elbows, hold your palms to my forearms. Allow me to feel your wet weight.
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