TO LIVE....

June192013

doloresdepalabra:

‘Honey’
Andy Van Dinh

‘Honey’

Andy Van Dinh

1AM

“You’re the worst thing that ever happened to my poetry… But you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” Sarah Kay - Worst Poetry (via secretblood)

1AM

unscrambledanagrams:

Basically.
Worst Poetry - Sarah Kay

1AM

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1AM

mattersoftheheart16:

“The Type” by Sarah Kay

Love this! Especially, “Everyone needs a place. it shouldn’t be inside someone else.”

12AM

“Someday, someone is going to look at you like you’re the best thing in the world.” (via magnusban)

(Source: sparksflywithyou, via quixoticdream222)

12AM

ecritio:

(121/365; 06.18.13)

June182013

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9PM

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ALEEEEEEXXX performcpr portlandia lol

9PM

wearebeings:

updownsmilefrown:

Woodstock, Bethel, New York, 1969

brothers and sisters

(via goddessnature)

7PM

jackbenjamin:

Icarus (Ίκαρος, Vikare); son to master craftsman Daedalus.

_{Icarus and his father were imprisoned in the labyrinth, after Daedalus helped Theseus defeat the Minotaur and escape with King Minos’ daughter Ariadne. Daedalus fashioned two pairs of wings out of wax and feathers so that he and his son could escape, and warned Icarus not to fly too high or too low. But Icarus did not heed his father’s warnings. Over-excited by his flight, Icarus flew higher and higher. The wax melted, and the feathers came free. And so Icarus fell into the sea and drowned.}

(via fourofthem)

7PM

langleav:

Check out my poetry reading from my new book Love & Misadventure and order a copy here.

Love Lost
There is one who you belong to, whose love— there is no song for. And though you know it’s wrongful, there is someone else you long for. Your heart was once a vessel, it was filled up to the brim; until the day he left you, now everything sings of him. Of the two who came to love you, to one, your heart you gave. He lives in stars above you—in the love who came and stayed.

(1,144 plays)

7PM

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” Andrew Wyeth (via dwales)

(Source: delicatelybruised, via cptprocrastination)

5PM

from picasso’s blue period

(Source: thedarlingchild, via losed)

5PM

I once dated a writer and

Writers are forgetful,

but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.

Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.

(Source: ofheightsandhollows, via ed-or-syd)

TO LIVE....

..would be an awfully big adventure.

I once dated a writer and