May 2012
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May 31st
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After Your Death, Natasha Trethewey →
poetry365: First, I emptied the closets of your clothes, threw out the bowl of fruit, bruised from your touch, left empty the jars you bought for preserves. The next morning, birds rustled the fruit trees, and later when I twisted a ripe fig loose from its stem, I found it half eaten, the other side already rotting, or—like another I plucked and split open—being taken rom the inside: a swarm...
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May 30th
“You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have...”
–  Max Ehrmann, Desiderata
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teacakes: there’s glitter on my dick i don’t understand
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Topography Sharon Olds After you flew across the country we got in bed, laid our bodies delicately together, like maps laid face to face, East to West, my San Francisco against your New York, your Fire Island against my Sonoma, my New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas burning against your Kansas your Kansas burning against my Kansas, your...
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WatchWatch
rachelunleashed: stymie: Sex and Candy Marcy Playground
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“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want...”
– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via reconnoitre) (via elvira) (via apolaustic) (via savingoldlitter)
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“People who get up early in the morning cause war, death and famine.”
– Banksy (via simko) (via ariah) (via dementes) (via killingbambi) (via savingoldlitter)
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“there is nothing to be done. just make sure nothing is wasted. take notes....”
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"I like it when I'm alone because I don't have to...
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According to Greek mytholgy, humans were...
luxembourg: bonesandbows: ►digitalbath ►ambivalently
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The Act, William Carlos Williams
poetry365: There were the roses, in the rain. Don’t cut them, I pleaded. They won’t last, she said. But they’re so beautiful where they are. Agh, we were all beautiful once, she said, and cut them and gave them to me in my hand.
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