Clara Bow at sixteen years old, 1921.
(Source: clarabows)
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“Hey Phil, what’s your favorite color?”
even the fucking bananas
this will never be unfunny to me. ever.
La Dispute - Bury Your Flame
We could blame it on our hands.
They lifted the drink to our mouths, so we drank it.
Or we could blame it on our bodies.
They say we like the way we feel when we get touched.
okay. so. shit.
i’ve been holding out on everyone and working on a secret project and it’s finally finished and you can hold it in your hands - a collection of poems i wrote from the perspective of myself if i were my ‘alternative.’ addiction, withdrawal, despair, hallucinations, near-death experiences, throwing up in parking lots. all of it is previously unreleased material that is sickening and dark like my…released material?
it would be really, really cool if ya’ll could share this and help me spread the word. i’m kinda proud of myself…i did a thing and i did it all by myself like an adult and i really hope you enjoy it but please don’t tell me, if you don’t.
you can order it here: http://www.lulu.com/shop/dani-tauber/pillbug/paperback/product-21052546.html
for anyone who may be new to this blog, and has followed specifically for poetry, i have a book available full of unreleased material on the subject of pill addiction. :3
maybe it’s always been us?
6.20.13
i wrote about a boy who knew to
grab my hips roughly and pull my
hair without me telling him years
and years before i knew you; have
you woken up in cold sweats from
dreams of a girl who’d drag her
nails across your shoulders and
down your back? a girl who’d hold
your bottom lip between her teeth
while looking you right in the eye?
(Source: lifeinthearctic)