Annaliese is killing you.

Have you heard my laugh at the market yet? Have you pressed your thumb into ripe mangoes and felt my name in your throat? Describe the fruits you have suckled, juices running down your elbows, wishing I was there to catch the drops with my tongue. (Taken with instagram)

I am more Asian looking cause tonight I’m a default @alexvaz714 pal. (Taken with instagram)

Crushee.com party. (Taken with instagram)

Things nearly as lonely as you; the remaining minute on a calling card. The night bus. The last bullet in the chamber. Your mother(s) tongue. Simone Williams from school who felt up all of the boys under the table in math class even though we were only nine years old because her mother was always drunk. The moon. (Taken with instagram)

“Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have” (Taken with instagram)

and this.

(Source: dontyellatme)

this

(Source: dontyellatme)

Milkshake. (Taken with instagram)