May 2013
sleeeeppp ahhhh what will i dream tonight
will i dream at all of will it just be Black open Expanse in the brain A few hours lost down the void
So many star beams through my ears - so many portals in my pores breathing air into diaphragm, toes busting out of shoes while i slump on the tiled smelly floor of the girls bathroom.
a million dandelions from the decay
“We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more...”
– Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena (via larmoyante)
“If you know your being, there is no question of becoming. All that you could...”
– Osho (via lazyyogi)
humidity flaking me out
so much leg skin
a lot to get used to
i got it
no fear crumpot is here
nature saves my life everyday
Yes. YES. i would be wrinkled and gray already without it.
loverstabbedaswordthroughmyheart:
i-was-so-alone-and-iou-so-much:
vangoghstars:
sparkafterdark:
glamour-parade:
How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked on top of you
I’m pretty much positive that’s why poetry was even invented in the first place.
for the constellations of your skin to brush against the earth of mine i would swim the seas a thousand times (please...
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WHAT’S POETRY
SHOULD I BE WRITING IT?
SHOULD I BE SINGING IT?
WELL I’M NOT RIGHT NOW SO I GUESS I’M MUNDANE AS DIRTY WHITE SOCKS lost in the laundry mat down the street.
i am stocking up on beauty in my hot humid dark cave with the candles glowing only light in the deep abyss of my own sweat,
music playing from the breaking computer, tinker tattle the strum hum jostle of...
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“God I want you
in some primal, wild way
animals want each other.
Untamed and...”
– Want, Clementine von Radics (via godbless-themess)
“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with...”
– Sylvia Plath (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)
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i hardly have words for the times it bubbles up and whistles like a tea kettle - what’s happiness, how many fingers does it have?
can i find it in the orchards or the forests of other girls or under my buttons, in the caverns?
or not all, really, when it’s been so cloudy and cool all day, little rain on my shoulders little whisper breeze round the softs of my ears
every time beauty...
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may passes fast
i am a mermaid sleeping beneath the sea of long day at school exhaustion hey even the fish are quiet down here seaweed mingling with blue hair hey my eyes are full of air
and they’re crusty like old crackers and my heads spinning like a scratched record i want sunshine to make love to my body and i’d like my body to stop hating itself in circles
I have so many forests growing out of...
“Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office...”
– Jack Kerouac (via 74k)
“A job comes and goes but a calling is something you was given the moment you...”
– Marianne Williamson (via venuschild)
beautiful day of skipping school and sunshine snacks and kisses and i am a lucky human being - so glad i learned how to breathe when i was born so glad i didn’t give up when it was cold or else i wouldn’t be here i wouldn’t be!
ayyyyyeeee!
now i will sleep for a billion hours. namaste. ayyy.
“It takes a long time to make love with someone who hates themselves.”
– Buddy Wakefield (via redbiird)
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Rain rain go away but you could stay if you hovered above my floorboards, tangled in the ceiling beams and soaked out the cobwebs i’d let you rain on me humid bedsheets if you’d get me out of school let me stay here all day not moving just getting wet blue damp room Gray clouds Lightening thunder through Damp hair
What does it feel like to get shocked all the way to the bone marrow?...
