9 versions of Morning on the Seine, by Claude Oscar Monet
I Saw Water - Tigers Jaw
Today I needed a break
My friends are up in mountains
And I’m drowning in lakes
Life is so puging hard…
do you ever want to punch yourself in the face for liking someone a lot
i wanna be one of those people who does yoga at sunrise and drinks water out of mason jars filled with berries and twigs and shit
Jesus Christ, that’s a pretty face
Went to this amazing little hot springs near the river.
And the sirens cry loudly. I’m reflexive. I cry loudly. You put my picture in framing. Hung forever, left me strangling. Called me baby. And with your nature reversed and our home as our cage, you caved and you asked “is this coming of age?” As you climbed out the window, your face cold as stone, you lifted the towel. Your wrist showed the bone. Held my breath in the ER, I swayed as I stood. I tried to stay steady and protect you the best that I could. And you pretended to sleep the entire ride home but I heard you crying when you felt alone.