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I can’t sleep because I’m too sad fuck that

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No one needs a photo that big

What was it,

2 feet by 4 feet?

That picture felt as tall as me,

Too big for anything other than this funeral

Damned from the start

How can I comment

On a “beautiful” service?

My condolences

For all the bullshit

My condolences

For the giant photo of your husband, father, and best friend

That you’ll never be able to do anything with

My condolences

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Something is scratching at the back of my throat

And it’s vomit

Reminding me that you’re gone

Reminding me that I’m not okay

And that I didn’t get to say goodbye

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What happens when big, strong hands

Become swollen hands

Dead hands

Who’s going to do the work

Who’s going to pick up the heavy things,

The heavy hearts

Who’s going to say it’s going to be okay

It won’t be you

So I guess that means it’ll be me

But I don’t believe it

My hands are small

And I can’t lift heavy things,

Much less myself

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James Dean attending dance classes given by Katherine Dunham in New York City, 1955 

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Fuck this. 3.13.18 6:57 AM

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“Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.”

— Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down

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“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.”

— | Ernest Hemingway, A Movable Feast (via stoweboyd)

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