flannel:

“My heart says “I love you” in the green language of the woods.”

— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Pomes; “Presence of Love on the Island”

bleuses:

“The body is and is and is and has nowhere to go.”

— Wislawa Szymborska, from View with a Grain of Sand: Poems; “Torture,”

bloom

I wish to tattoo every inch of my skin with
wildflowers and weeds — a smattering of meadows —
as a membrane of camouflage against mountain grass;
poppies on my eyelids and sage on my nose.

Collarbone-clutching nettle and hip-holding vines;
eating stems before pressing them to paper, to ink.
Shade them in blacks and greys, a monochrome landscape
between the raw fleshy pink of roots interlinked.

Color my garden with lip gloss, house paint, and dust;
sticky to the touch but lovely to behold;
Body slowing to rest, unnoticed in the still night,
art only when silence falls and my eyes are closed.

5.20.2018

oil4:

me doing stand up: and what about the rain? when she comes here she cleanses us, and is good. we love the rain.

audience: we love the rain.

cockmcstuffins:

bella was lucky she didn’t have a cell phone of any kind because you know ya boi edward would be blowing up that phone 24-7 going “saw a snail today…. effervescent” or some shit equivalent

wordsthat-speak:

““Tell me, he said, “What is this thing about time? Why is it better to be late than early? People are always saying, we must wait, we must wait. What are they waiting for?” “Well, I guess people wait in order to make sure of what they feel.” “And when you have waited—-has it made you sure?””

— Giovanni’s Room (James Baldwin)

headfirsthallucinations:

headfirsthallucinations:

lovestruck on main

absolutely fucking enamored on main

ziggityzags:

“Finally, in a low whisper, he said, ‘I think I might be a terrible person.’ For a split second I believed him - I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.”

— Miranda July, The First Bad Man
(via wordsnquotes)

marxferatu:

me growing up: *looking at a womans nipples through her shirt* interesting…interesting…I’m straight