Nothing defines my youth quite like
this crowded loneliness does.
I imagine myself at twenty-one
walking into bars in the middle of town
where the men sit in the darkened corners
collecting dust on the stools.
I’d never dare to attempt to shake
off their cobwebs, just gather some
of my very own to carry home.
Instead, I am nineteen and I am stuck
squeezing into crowded rooms,
memorizing the lips of strangers,
and searching for something
with the density deeper than a shadow.
The cloud from an A-Bomb test at Yucca Flats, Nevada, stretches out and floats away over the desert, 1957.
Alexander Wang Fall/Winter 2014
what the hell is happening to me?
Arctic Monkeys © Sophie Jarry
Manchester Arena. 23 October 2013.
and now it’s time for one last bow, like all your other selves.inspired by [x]
Matt Smith, you were my Doctor. Thank you so much for everything and you know what? Bowties are and always will be cool…