Coffee-ignited soul

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Wed, 22 May 2013 12:38:51 -0400

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Wed, 22 May 2013 10:42:41 -0400

"I’ll slip on my silk Kimono, While she buttons up her jeans, and fans herself with the note I wrote..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:05:52 -0400

“I’ll slip on my silk Kimono,
While she buttons up her jeans, and fans herself with the note I wrote her.
She shrouds herself in the scent of cherry blossom,
A dab behind the ear,
Another on both wrists,
And a drop or two between the legs for good luck.
We pretend that last night we weren’t
Celestial bodies colliding,
Creating erotic vignettes under the heat of fluorescent light bulbs,
Slipping in and out of delirium on top of wooden tables and countertops.
She was the quintessential sensualist,
pulling me loose like the film out of a cassette tape,
She unwinds me,
Wraps me around her fingertips,
And then gently tucks me back into my shell.
Her body was my Mecca,
And I would’ve sold my salvation for a week’s supply of her
Anatomy.
We know that
The milkweeds we have planted into the orifices of our bodies will soon transpose into dust,
But until then, we worshipped one another,
Squeezed each other until the last drop of our nectar was spent.
We were finite.
We were driftwood,
Slowly sailing off of one another’s skin.”

- Flowerina

subtlecluster: velved: Marilyn Minter, oil on canvas THESE...

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:57:52 -0400

subtlecluster:

velved:

Marilyn Minter, oil on canvas

THESE ARE PAINTINGS. LET’S TALK ABOUT THAT FOR A SECOND

Dear Marilyn Minter, you’re a badass. Look at more of her stuff.

"There will be days when you want to just throw in the towel and give up. There will be days of..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:00:48 -0400

““There will be days when you want to just throw in the towel and give up. There will be days of stiff necks and no sleep and sore muscles. People will be cruel. Food will go bad. You will feel like the world is out to get you. Everything will start to frustrate you, the news will make you sad. Winter will creep up on you and you will find yourself alone and burrowing yourself in your schoolwork to try to keep the loneliness at bay.
But then spring arrives. Something big blooms in your chest. Sparrows sing to you and the air suddenly is clearer. You fall in love. You will grow a garden. Good things will start to come to you, beautiful people will find you. Remember those good things when the days get cold and the nights get long. Remember that you deserve to feel good. That you deserve to have good people and good food and a safe place to come home to. Remember that bad moods pass and that all bad days end. And that no matter where you are or how lonely you get, somebody out there is looking for you and is waiting for you to find them and give them your love. “”

- excerpt from “letter to my future daughter” by esperanza friel

avocadoghost: These vibes are too strong, they put pressure on...

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:15:47 -0400

avocadoghost:

These vibes are too strong, they put pressure on my eyes — giving me more baggage. Put light in my eyes, soak up the dark circles. It’s a Tom Waits kind of day.

5000letters: My mother tells me about all the ways I peel fruit wrong. ‘It’s breaking’ she says,...

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:24:05 -0400

5000letters:

My mother tells me about all the ways I peel fruit wrong.
‘It’s breaking’ she says, pointing to the cracks and fissures where juice is seeping from between my fingers. ‘If you hold it between your palms too tightly, you’ll crush it.’
I wish she’d told me sooner because when you left I could not fathom the reason. And then I saw drips on the carpet. The leakage of your heart. And I knew that, like fruit, I had held onto you too hard and you’d fractured under the pressure.

"How could (your body) be so delicious if not by virtue of the speech which it conceals?"

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:57:22 -0400

“How could (your body) be so delicious if not by virtue of the speech which it conceals?”

- Pierre Klossowski, Le Souffleur

5000letters replied to your photo: god he’s sexy ...

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:34:06 -0400

5000letters replied to your photo: god he’s sexy

Is he looking at you omg he looks utterly in love and happy

Yeah, I had to bribe him into letting me take the photo so he was laughing while I was taking it so yeah haha

wistly replied to your photo: god he’s sexy ...

Tue, 21 May 2013 18:56:47 -0400

wistly replied to your photo: god he’s sexy

dem scratches

I felt like catwoman

god he’s sexy

Tue, 21 May 2013 18:55:22 -0400

god he’s sexy

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Mon, 20 May 2013 22:33:00 -0400

fracturedbone:

War has changed its weapons.
Made them more modern and light.

But its still made out of the same materials:

Bone fragments
Coagulated blood
Torn limbs
Shattered nerves
and heartbroken mothers.

bunnies in the wild use lavender as perfume to attract other bunnies ♡

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:33:00 -0400

bunnies in the wild use lavender as perfume to attract other bunnies ♡

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Mon, 20 May 2013 22:18:02 -0400

Petal #3

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:50:32 -0400

railrose:

Summertime lives on your berry patch cheeks.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 21:50:11 -0400

Dorothy Parker: Exactly what do you mean by "guts"?

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:16:03 -0400

Dorothy Parker: Exactly what do you mean by "guts"?
Ernest Hemingway: I mean, grace under pressure.

"I read my books until I nearly broke their spines, and in the cotton field, I repeated whole..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:14:02 -0400

“I read my books until
I nearly broke their spines, and in the cotton field,
I repeated whole sections I’d learned by heart,
spelling each word in my head to make a picture
I could see, as well as a weight I could feel
in my mouth. So now, even as I write this
and think of you at home, Goodbye

is the waving map of your palm, is
a stone on my tongue.”

- Natasha Trethewey, from “Letter Home”

"Empty days. Weeping. Everything difficult, wrong, and yet right after all."

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:38:49 -0400

“Empty days. Weeping. Everything difficult, wrong, and yet right after all.”

- Franz Kafka, from The Blue Octavo Notebooks (1917-1919)

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Mon, 20 May 2013 19:03:28 -0400