Sleepy lumberjack sailor today (at Milwaukee Wis)

Sleepy lumberjack sailor today (at Milwaukee Wis)

Your eyes are beautiful, you said. You said they were the darkest eyes you’d ever seen and kissed each one as if they were capable of miracles. And after you left, I wanted to scoop them out with a spoon, place them on a plate under these blue blue skies, food for the blackbirds.
by Never Marry a Mexican by Cisneros  (via sleeeeeeeeeepy)

writingsforwinter:

Sometimes at night, alone in the kitchen, I practice tracing my steps

to the wine cellar, only to turn around

as soon as I catch the slightest hint of vodka.

Alcoholics call this recovery.

I call it learning how to unlove.

Not a day goes by where I don’t set a match…

acres:

my sketchbook is a mess

acres:

my sketchbook is a mess