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tedbunny:

Inside the slaughter house which was used by serial killer Robert Pickton. It was located beside Pickton’s trailer. In the photo is a freezer, a closet, two tables and a hook. A witness testified that she saw Pickton butchering a woman in this building, and that one of his victims partial remains were found in this building.

“I’d like to see the inside of you, I think.
I’d like to open you up and spill you
across the new marble countertops.
I’d like to crawl inside of you
and make my way up
through your throat.
I want so badly for you to crash into me.
I want you to close your eyes
and hold your breath
and shatter my rib cage with your momentum.
If I could I would slice your head open
and I would reach inside your soft brain
and I would gently, so gently
pull out every bad memory.
I’d pull out and toss to the ground the time no one knew your name
because you were the new kid and when
you caught the ball at third base
during the class picnic they
didn’t know what to cheer and
every time your mother told you that you weren’t good enough
will little glances
and side comments.
If I could I would shed not only my clothes for you
but my skin too
and my muscles and my bones
and I would show you myself.
“Here,” I would say, “take it, it’s yours.”
You are my favorite capsizing ship.
You are my favorite natural disaster.
I want to watch you wreak havoc.
I want to watch you burn and afterwards
(when our path is littered 
with collapsing buildings and
government drones and lonely poets with clean dead eyes)
afterwards, I want 
to curl up next you and bury
my mind in the thumb-sized indent underneath your ribcage.”

“I’d like to see the inside of you, I think.
I’d like to open you up and spill you
across the new marble countertops.
I’d like to crawl inside of you
and make my way up
through your throat.
I want so badly for you to crash into me.
I want you to close your eyes
and hold your breath
and shatter my rib cage with your momentum.
If I could I would slice your head open
and I would reach inside your soft brain
and I would gently, so gently
pull out every bad memory.
I’d pull out and toss to the ground the time no one knew your name
because you were the new kid and when
you caught the ball at third base
during the class picnic they
didn’t know what to cheer and
every time your mother told you that you weren’t good enough
will little glances
and side comments.
If I could I would shed not only my clothes for you
but my skin too
and my muscles and my bones
and I would show you myself.
“Here,” I would say, “take it, it’s yours.”
You are my favorite capsizing ship.
You are my favorite natural disaster.
I want to watch you wreak havoc.
I want to watch you burn and afterwards
(when our path is littered 
with collapsing buildings and
government drones and lonely poets with clean dead eyes)
afterwards, I want 
to curl up next you and bury
my mind in the thumb-sized indent underneath your ribcage.”

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I think my roommate got a little drunk last night. #ForgottenPizza @its_brittany_bytchhh

I think my roommate got a little drunk last night. #ForgottenPizza @its_brittany_bytchhh

My best friends, my brothers, my soulmates. 💕 #tbt

My best friends, my brothers, my soulmates. 💕 #tbt