Triple Scorp - Tumblr Posts
Hair and shit.
It's weird, nicknames.
"Pookie." "Poodlehead." "Jammy" "love monster."
I'm sitting up at 4am with nags champa burning when suddenly, I feel it. That tickle on my hair. I giggled multiple times before I realized, now this is real.
Then suddenly, I reached in and the most untame sinful groan escaped my lips.
I'm stuck on that night when I checked the phone it was 1:25 am and I blinked and suddenly you were talking about how you don't trust women with your hair, especially black women. Do you know how many micro aggressions I'd experienced with Andrew? I said oh this is some scorpio shit. And then you said. "You, Pook. Yes, trust it with my life, but them bitches??"
and I understood it. The way you'd lean over and let me touch your hair when you were in a bad mood. The time you asked if I knew how to braid and I flat out told you no. The nightmares I'd have of someone tugging your ponytail for attention.
So I spent some time caressing the mop this morning for you. And for Andrew who constantly called me poodle head. It was never annoying because he'd always say it with his fingers deep in my scalp while I was melting to sleep. "Love ya poodle head."
I fucking miss that.
@smiledean requested: favorite friendship ↳ Dean & Charlie
us in the wild.
How was grief before cameras were invented? Pictures now exist for people to hold onto after their loved ones die, but what about people from less than a hundred years ago? Do they feel guilty about forgetting their loved one's face? A face that was once so familiar to them that they could memorize every wrinkle and freckle? Memories remain, but how long until the person in those memories become a faceless, hollow being? How could you grieve for a person whose face and voice you don't even remember?
#the many sides of eddie munson [insp. II.]
UPTOWN GIRLS Boaz Yakin | 2003
Cluster Connection (20/28) - Wolfgang Bogdanow & Sun Bak
Cages are hard. Even for us.
Waiting is harder.