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[metamorphesque]

― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951

[serethereal]

i hate when i love a pairing and later find out they’re the less popular pairing like oh ok why don’t i kill myself in front of the entire fandom on tumblr live FUCK

[sexchangedotcom]

smoking together is basically mutual masturbation thats why they call them fags

[beaucolics]

brought a poem to the gun fight

[pukicho]

Puki will you leave tumblr because everyone’s acting like it’s dead now :(

oh yeah its SO dead.

1000 notes this post. Now

[pukicho]

that took 3 minutes.

[pasta-yy]

i literally fucking blinked and this shit happened istg y’all are insane—

[pukicho]

Fuck it. Spread this post to every nook and cranny on tumblr. Prove to everyone that this site is ALIVE and FLOURISHING and that it will last for fucking DECADES

[heart-of-poetry]

hey I’m sorry to bother you but it’s just that the light in your eyes is the first thing in a long time that has captured my attention long enough for me to remember. I like the creases in your eyes when you laugh. is this weird? Your voice wraps me in wonder, like moonlight on the skin, and I’d listen to you talk for hours. I love your hair and the way you play with it when you’re nervous. I’d love to hold some of it and let it brush through my fingers. and hey this isn’t too soon right? because I’m in love with the freckle on your nose and I’m consumed with the urge to press a kiss onto it. hey I’m sorry if this comes off too strong but I think I could love you for the rest of my life

[chaoscroissant]

NIGHT AND DAY, I DREAM OF YOU

[typewriter-worries]

What will survive of us is love

If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho, Anne Carson | A modern artist's recreation of prehistoric hand stencils found in caves | In Love With You, Kenneth Koch | The Lovers of Valdaro | War of the Foxes,  Richard Siken | The Kiss [Paolo and Francesca], Auguste Rodin | The Expatriates, Anne Sexton

[decimal80]

Richard Siken - Crush; “Dirty Valentine” / Hozier - Talk

[retreat-to-your-mood]

[clueless1995]

[radicalgraff]

“If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.” 

Spotted in Clackamas, Oregon

[slowtides]

Much of what happens to us in life is nameless because our vocabulary is too poor. Most stories get told out loud because the storyteller hopes that the telling of the story can transform a nameless event into a familiar or intimate one. We tend to associate intimacy with closeness and closeness with a certain sum of shared experiences. Yet in reality total strangers, who will never say a single word to each other, can share an intimacy — an intimacy contained in the exchange of a glance, a nod of the head, a smile, a shrug of a shoulder. A closeness that lasts for minutes or for the duration of a song that is being listened to together. An agreement about life. An agreement without clauses. A conclusion spontaneously shared between the untold stories gathered around the song.

John Berger, "Some Notes on Song (for Yasmine Hamdan)"

[lesbiskammerat]

It's so messed up that Coca Cola is one of the quintessential symbols of the US globally, a drink sold across the world and known for being refreshing and delicious, but if you actually go to the US and drink it, it tastes like ass.

[lesbiskammerat]

[soracities]

we NEED more cleaners and bricklayers and scaffolders and delivery drivers in MFA poetry programs. like. immediately.

[soracities]

oh my actual god............

[theburialofstrawberries]

I do. God help me I do

[pissbataille]

i could recognise my mutual by taste alone, by vibes; i would know them blind by the shape of the ugly man they're into this week