December 2011
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in honor of 2011 i have wasted the final day of 2011 just like how i wasted every other day in 2011
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If I pour your cup, that is friendship.
And if I add your milk, that’s manners....
– “Cold Tea Blues” (via steeping)
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Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it and...
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Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things Are...
In the living room, in the broken yard, in the back of the car as the lights go by. In the airport bathroom’s gurgle and flush, bathed in a pharmacy of unnatural light, my hands looking weird, my face weird, my feet too far away. And then the airplane, the window seat over the wing with a view...
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likeholdencaulfield:
Röyksopp - What Else Is There?
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bedbones:
i love the night. days ruin me, by sunset i am splitting at my seams. i need the quietness of the moon and the stars to heal; its patience, that stillness to make me utterly irrelevant at dawn.
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think tank: in that burning sundown, after-hours... →
catlexa:
in that burning sundown, after-hours of our time together our separate boats swim to separate shores towards searchlights of blinding white
i realized that our lives were running together how beautiful, acid dripping into mud a rainstorm of electricity cutting water and waves of two flash-floods to finish them off to leave us high, dry
run together and disappear into a thick blur of...
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a shadow in the shape of wonder: everything here... →
autumnfires:
everything here is falling apart. the windows don’t quite shut the way they should and the doorknobs jingle like loose change in your hand. i’m trying to fix everything and patch over the holes in the walls or glue down the crooked floor tiles but as soon as i’m done, the rain outside starts to leak in through the roof top and a gas station coffee cup can only hold so much. you...
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This is a poem that I wrote about my friend Kiki who is fantastic so there.
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clavicola:
Your words are fleshy peaches ripe, ripping, dripping down my chin staining my fingertips like summer.
I miss June.
The night before I left for Maryland I fell a little in love with you.
Two a.m. sitting across from you at the diner, I saw how your smile reached down to your lungs and I wanted to breathe you in Unfiltered.
Your laugh tastes like peaches, and I want to tie the...
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