You look like a winter night, I could sleep inside the cold of you.

You stayed and there’s nothing here but a masochist and a broken mind.

You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

2headedsnake:

Todd Hale

‘Ancestors’, 2013, photo montage

‘David’

‘Edgar’

‘David’

‘Frida’

I definitely learned a lesson this time. I know that I can be broken. I am not as tough as I thought. I see it now. At this point, it’s the only thing good that came out of all of this. I know myself better now and know what I have to do.

theatlantic:

Newspaper Front Pages After the Oklahoma Tornado

[Images: New York Times/The Oklahoman/Tulsa World/New York Post]