Sandra

bybukowski:

in the slim tall
ear-ringed
bedroom damsel
dressed in a long
gown
she’s always high
in heels
spirit
pills
booze
Sandra leans out of
her chair
leans toward
Glendale
I wait for her head
to hit the closet
doorknob
as she attempts to
light
a new cigarette on an
almost burnt-out
one
at 32 she likes
young neat
unscratched boys
with faces like the bottoms
of new saucers
she has proclaimed as much
to me
has brought her prizes
over for me to view :
silent blonde zeros of young
flesh
who
a) sit
b) stand
c) talk
at her command
sometimes she brings one
sometimes two
sometimes three
for me to
view
Sandra looks very good in
long gowns
Sandra could probably break
a man’s heart
I hope she finds
one.

praihse:

just as she is

Never in a million trillion years would I disrespect a significant ex by talking to any of their friends

tearthatcherryout:

“What happened to the good old days?
When a man actually flirted with ya and asked you out for a real date you know?
Where they hiding?”
Waiting to Exhale (1995)

(Source: tearthatcherryout)

sleepbby:

totally stole this from fb but…… damn

(Source: 6lacksoul)

orwell:

Ingmar Bergman

46th:

nevver:

Home alone, Kim Roselier

humansofnewyork:

“Every month in prison they had something called Inmate Council, where you get to meet with the prison administration and make suggestions. I volunteered to be the representative for my housing unit. And toward the end of the meeting, the warden asked if anyone had questions or concerns. The NBA finals were going on at the time. So I raised my hand and asked: ‘If the Cavs force a game seven, can we keep the TV on past lock up time?’ And she agreed. She agreed in front of everyone. So when game seven came around, all of us were excited. We gathered around the TV in the dayroom to watch the game. But right as the second quarter was starting, the television clicked off. The CO came down and tried to kick everybody out. I told her the warden gave us permission, but she said it didn’t matter. And that’s when things began to go downhill. We refused to leave. The CO went behind a protected gate and pulled the silent alarm. We grabbed all the tables and chairs and stacked them up against the door. We covered the floor in shampoo and water. The security team came back with riot gear and huge cans of pepper spray, but we kept the door closed for over two hours. When they finally got inside, they were slipping all over the place. We just laid down on the floor and put our hands behind our back. I was given thirty days in solitary confinement. But I had to do the right thing. Women are allowed to vote because some woman wanted to vote. The Civil Rights Movement started because Rosa Parks didn’t want to get out of her seat. And next time there’s a game seven of the NBA Finals, I bet they’re going to leave the TV on in Building Six at Rikers Island.”