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Jul 17, 2014 / 968 notes
They want you to love the whole damn world but you won’t, you want it all narrowed down to one fleshy man in the bath, who knows what to do with his body, with his hands. It should follow, you know this, like the panels of a comic strip, we should be belted in, but you still can’t get beyond your skin, and they’re trying to drive you into the ground, to see if anything walks away.
Richard Siken (via lettersforburning)

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Jul 17, 2014 / 861 notes
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"Love this little cozy spot" by Kimono Loco
Jul 17, 2014 / 1,730 notes

slightlyignorant:

"Love this little cozy spot" by Kimono Loco

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Becoming a poet means being alert to the unforeseen, the unintentional, and the unsuspected.

Whatever might come into your mind that you do not quite understand, whether it’s from chance or by blunder, from luck or by miscue, is often the very summons to write a new poem. If you reject such unanticipated flashes or banish them from your mind, chances are higher that you’ll decrease the likelihood of writing poems that you’ll care about. Turning away from your own mind is turning away from poetry.
Jun 22, 2014 / 108 notes

I wrote you differently.
Not stereo loud, not humming,
or the sound of a feather falling, silent.


I wrote you when as a child I would look
for seashell fingertips of the ocean.
Borrowing, listening to parts of you
no one hears and falling for the waves
like heartbeats, I would say,
Let me steal you away.
Let me take you home with me.

Kharla M. Brillo, Confession VI  (via pouvoires)

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Jun 21, 2014 / 1,126 notes

somewhere
there is a women in China holding a black umbrella so she
won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep,

there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,

there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman
in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she
couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes

there are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem

somewhere
someone is thinking
i’m alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were

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Jun 18, 2014 / 75,987 notes
I think I might always be in some kind of love with you.
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Jun 14, 2014 / 190,098 notes
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Livraria Lello & Irmão - Porto, Portugal.
Photo by Michal Huniewicz.
Jun 14, 2014 / 1,267 notes

bookshelfporn:

Livraria Lello & Irmão - Porto, Portugal.

Photo by Michal Huniewicz.

bookshelfporn:

Livraria Lello & Irmão - Porto, Portugal.
Jun 14, 2014 / 919 notes

bookshelfporn:

Livraria Lello & Irmão - Porto, Portugal.

Jun 14, 2014 / 32,000 notes

A 124,500 square foot abandoned Walmart in McAllen, Texas, has been turned into the largest single-floor public library in the United States.

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Loving the fact that it’s so close to México that every section is in both english and spanish.

That’s how most of Texas is, actually.

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