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I think of you so often you have no idea.
– James Joyce, Ulysses  (via versteur)

(Source: observando, via joyfulgirlss)

A poem in which I don’t compare
you to anything.
In which you are not an
elevator that I got stuck on,
or a train that never left,
but no more than a person.
No less than a person.

Today, you are not a mistake
or a rip in my tights or a lesson.
Today, I take myself home and undo,
undress, unlearn.
I take myself home and
write a poem about my skin
for the third time in a row and
then wash myself in it until
I’m clean and new.

A poem for the first full month
that didn’t hear the ache
of your name,
and for every month after.
A poem in which I am singular.
A poem in which I am more than
the people who never wanted me,
and I know this.

Caitlyn Siehl, Singular (via alonesomes)

(via joyfulgirlss)


David Lynch while filming The Elephant Man (1980)

David Lynch while filming The Elephant Man (1980)

(Source: pickledelephant, via l0st-palaces)

Oh my god
Oh
My
God
Oh my
Fuck

The way that a national economy preys on its internal colonies is by the destruction of community
– Wendell Berry
You Kant be serious

You Kant be serious

I am pissed I didn’t choose to stand in the rain last night

They’re gonna send us to prison for having vague ideas.

i-think2write:

GOOD BYE GABY

I think of you so often you have no idea.
– James Joyce, Ulysses  (via versteur)

(Source: observando, via joyfulgirlss)

A poem in which I don’t compare
you to anything.
In which you are not an
elevator that I got stuck on,
or a train that never left,
but no more than a person.
No less than a person.

Today, you are not a mistake
or a rip in my tights or a lesson.
Today, I take myself home and undo,
undress, unlearn.
I take myself home and
write a poem about my skin
for the third time in a row and
then wash myself in it until
I’m clean and new.

A poem for the first full month
that didn’t hear the ache
of your name,
and for every month after.
A poem in which I am singular.
A poem in which I am more than
the people who never wanted me,
and I know this.

Caitlyn Siehl, Singular (via alonesomes)

(via joyfulgirlss)


David Lynch while filming The Elephant Man (1980)

David Lynch while filming The Elephant Man (1980)

(Source: pickledelephant, via l0st-palaces)

Oh my god
Oh
My
God
Oh my
Fuck

The way that a national economy preys on its internal colonies is by the destruction of community
– Wendell Berry
You Kant be serious

You Kant be serious

I am pissed I didn’t choose to stand in the rain last night

They’re gonna send us to prison for having vague ideas.

Let’s goo

Let’s goo

(Source: 500px.com, via doses-and-mimosas)

"I think of you so often you have no idea."
"

A poem in which I don’t compare
you to anything.
In which you are not an
elevator that I got stuck on,
or a train that never left,
but no more than a person.
No less than a person.

Today, you are not a mistake
or a rip in my tights or a lesson.
Today, I take myself home and undo,
undress, unlearn.
I take myself home and
write a poem about my skin
for the third time in a row and
then wash myself in it until
I’m clean and new.

A poem for the first full month
that didn’t hear the ache
of your name,
and for every month after.
A poem in which I am singular.
A poem in which I am more than
the people who never wanted me,
and I know this.

"
"The way that a national economy preys on its internal colonies is by the destruction of community"

About:

All of the things, good and bad, have created the person I am.

Mostly the bad.

(will you still love me in the morning?)

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