In my mind the gym was always awash in reds and oranges, primary heat and glow, and this night was no different, the room somehow bathed in fire colors, a palette of blunt desire.
— Leah Hager Cohen, Without Apology (via fighting)
30 September 2009 • reblog: fighting
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