• ari commented on the post, boyfriend 4 years, 3 months ago

    so maybe he’s not your boyfriend. but it doesn’t mean you don’t appreciate the grace of his hands when he speaks or his ability to cross his ankles and not look like a finishing schoolgirl from victorian england; it doesn’t mean you don’t know the colour of his eyes in hex code or that you’ve never gotten lost with him in the forest on purpose.

  • ari commented on the post, devastated 4 years, 3 months ago

    fallen. ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and you’ve fallen at last on your knees amidst fire and smoldering charcoal. nothing matters. nothing did.

  • ari commented on the post, oak 4 years, 5 months ago

    they grow in woody tangles, braids, intertwining, like your life your past your history; get lost it in, in oldness, age – climb, friend, climb

  • ari commented on the post, denim 4 years, 6 months ago

    sequins ran down one leg and not the other. it was a trashy pair of jeans – doubtless trashy when she bought them, more so now that holes had been burnt through the knees.

  • ari commented on the post, grove 4 years, 6 months ago

    juice dripped from her fingers and onto the grass where he dirtied his toes and got them sticky.

    ‘let me up?’ he called.

    she reached her orange-stained hands for his.

  • ari commented on the post, frown 4 years, 7 months ago

    it doesn’t go unnoticed, however much she thinks it might – he sees, his fingers curl; he’s said something wrong only he doesn’t know what and if he did he wouldn’t care.

  • ari commented on the post, spikes 4 years, 7 months ago

    they grow up from the ground from steel that has rooted itself in the earth, for no other reason than to spite those who tread there, and they begin to rise like pointed mountains destined to kill in some beautiful, twisted fate

  • ari commented on the post, terrain 4 years, 8 months ago

    it’s a desert,
    unforgiving,
    on fire,
    and walking is –
    sand dunes,
    a disappointing
    lack of oases,
    no cacti,
    and dry, dry fingers
    sticking out of the gold

  • ari commented on the post, gust 4 years, 8 months ago

    it blows away his hat with no regard for propriety and it is the only time he has ever truly panicked; he reaches forward to catch it and his hands meet hers instead.

    they stare and he notes her scarf is long and she notes his eyes are blue and it has the potential to be something more than an accident –

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