394i knew you
before
i met you.
i’ve known you my whole life.
Nayyirah Waheed (via theunquotables)

(via retrojapan)

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We don’t belong to each other.

We belong together.
Some poems
belong together to prove the intentionality of subatomic particles.

Some poems eat with scissors.
Some poems are like kissing a
porcupine.
God, by the way, is disappointed in some of your recent
choices.
Some poems swoop.
When she said my eyes were
definitely blue, I said, How can you see that in the dark?
How can
you not? she said, and that was like some poems.
Some poems are
blinded three times.
Some poems go like death before dishonor.

Some poems go like the time she brought cherries to the movies;
later a heedless picnic in her bed.
Never revered I crumbs so
highly.
Some poems have perfect posture, as if hanging by
filaments from the sky.
Those poems walk like dancers,
noiselessly.
All poems are love poems.
Some poems are better off
dead.
Right now I want something I don’t believe in.

“Blue and Green,” James Galvin (via sleepylotus)

(via jeanetteleblanc)

36622Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.
Joan Bauer, Almost Home (via larmoyante)

(via imoonshine)

(Source: candidnightmares, via kllcnnn)

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p1ants:

i’m not very good at small talk, i want 2 talk about dying and aliens and sex and meaning and the sky i am terrible at asking about school and weather 

(Source: artvevo, via this-is-s3th-the-turtl3)

colorandjazz:

In Bed The Kiss, by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec.
Thinned oil on cardboard, 1892.
Private collection.

colorandjazz:

In Bed The Kiss, by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec.

Thinned oil on cardboard, 1892.

Private collection.

(via could-you-love-a-beast)

(Source: hxgs, via retrojapan)


Soviet soldier carrying the head of a statue of Hitler, Berlin 1945. Photograph by Soviet war photographer Yevgeny Khaldei.

Soviet soldier carrying the head of a statue of Hitler, Berlin 1945. Photograph by Soviet war photographer Yevgeny Khaldei.

(Source: notorious-bloodbath, via theriverspirit)

saloandseverine:

Salvador Dali, Honey is Sweeter than Blood, 1927

saloandseverine:

Salvador Dali, Honey is Sweeter than Blood, 1927

(via commovente)

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