"It’s been
three years and I still think of you sometimes. It’ll be
raining and I’ll be wearing jeans with holes in them,
smelling oddly of lilac perfume and fumes, orange lipstick on my
mouth like skin and I’ll be riding the bus or buying a
movie ticket or texting my mom and I’ll feel you in my
bones. Just for a few seconds. Long enough for you to linger.
Long enough for me to notice. It’s been three years and I
still remember how your laugh tasted on my tongue, like honey and
nectar and something else – something foreign. I hold your
name in my liver like liquor, I hold your words in my spine like
acid. It’s been three years and I miss you. Miss you so
much it hurts my ribs some days. The sky is cracking and the sun
is yolk and everything is smoke except the memory of you, the
memory of us. It’s been three years and I still think of
you sometimes.”
— i still think of you sometimes (via irynka)
— i still think of you sometimes (via irynka)
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