Take me to the supermarket
of your hips and I’ll build a home.
A darkening. Some days nothing
good happens and I think
I deserve a treat. I develop
a habit of going
to the mall every day
to buy an Orange Julius.
People get into car accidents.
Keep filling the page.
—Lily Ladewig, from “When I Dance”
I know you won’t ever be able to say
exactly what you’re feeling either,
the way worry might pop open overhead
like fireworks oozing pure midnight —
will we ever see the sun? —
Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia (via larmoyante)
(via kdecember)