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•Cool shit hoarder
•Odd Fellow (waxa80)
Photo of Otto Frank, returning to his family’s hiding place. In 1944, an informant betrayed them and the family was sent to Auschwitz.
His wife (Edith) was murdered, his daughters (Margot & Anne) died of Typhus.
Photo of Otto Frank, returning to his family’s hiding place. In 1944, an informant betrayed them and the family was sent to Auschwitz.
His wife (Edith) was murdered, his daughters (Margot & Anne) died of Typhus.
I walk around all day thinking am I secretly stupid.
I walk around all day thinking am I secretly stupid.
Don’t die with teeth too straight,
box-white, gleaming, porcelain lies—
die with them crooked,
chipped like canyon walls,
ragged as highways
where the gravel spit your name
into the wind.
(1/4)
Don’t die with teeth too straight,
box-white, gleaming, porcelain lies—
die with them crooked,
chipped like canyon walls,
ragged as highways
where the gravel spit your name
into the wind.
(1/4)
bottle caps twisted off with a grin,
late-night bar brawls where truth
spilled faster than whiskey,
first kisses you missed
but didn’t regret.
(2/4)
bottle caps twisted off with a grin,
late-night bar brawls where truth
spilled faster than whiskey,
first kisses you missed
but didn’t regret.
(2/4)
ribs cracked clean, laughter crusted
in the gaps where a molar fell.
Chew on the wild world,
bite down hard
until life cracks back.
(3/4)
ribs cracked clean, laughter crusted
in the gaps where a molar fell.
Chew on the wild world,
bite down hard
until life cracks back.
(3/4)
but man, we weren’t born
to be porcelain dolls.
We were born wolves—
crooked, snarling,
full of scars
and howl.
(4/4)
but man, we weren’t born
to be porcelain dolls.
We were born wolves—
crooked, snarling,
full of scars
and howl.
(4/4)