Nonstop gunshots tonight. So ready to move to a suburb.

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Andre KerteszEmpire State Building in a Puddle, New York City, 1967


Peel your heart like a pomegranate.
Offer it to him, palms outwards.
Say “eat.”

Watch him come away
stained red by you.
You’re in his teeth.

He’ll kiss you with that mouth.

Azra.T “Fruit” (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: 5000letters, via daffodil-aubade)

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