photos of rib


Her Red, Red Lipstick (The Imprint It Leaves On His Cheek) by 13letters

When after talking in the backseat of his car, trading war stories and battle scars and past heartaches that burned like flames to old photos and ached like fractured ribs, nails in a coffin – he became hopeful then, traded her optimism and goodness from her for fear.

It’s a strange first revelation, though, when you’ve got something to lose for the first time, when there’s a clear before and after that’s her handprints all over his heart. How she forgives him without thinking. How they danced slowly to Kiss From a Rose in the kitchen and laughed themselves silly, tripped a little too hard in love and found each other on the kitchen floor.

Being just friends is the biggest lie they’ll tell on this road to learning each other and taking life as the joke it is.


Under the rib, left reads: breathe me in, I want to exist within you

Above the pelvic bone, right reads: this skin is the most beautiful tapestry these hands have touched