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House Beautiful Color, 1993

so for the past ten-ish months I have been checking the tags every few days (don’t lie to yourself *daily), and I just consume any and all of the new content

You were all I needed To hold my pieces in place I picked myself up in my hands And ate my sorrow right off my fingers Washed it down with a side of Loving you tall and to the brim Your hands reflected my shadows We're the same size you and I You were all that kept me close from Falling to the ground in the puddle Of the mess I never seemed to stop becoming Even in my anger You held my trembling fists Between your palms Like prayers unto the heavens And I watched as you called on angels To fly me out from beneath my darkness Accepting my wavering ways As I watched in wonder thinking How could I be loved like this? .. Poetry by -i.jarvis Photo reposted from @visual.fodder ..

The Los Angeles House, 1995

All About Wicker, 1978