snow bank

something in the dirt is looking up to me.

[feralprodigy]

‘Do nothing, then,’ said God. 'The house will fall down.’ 'Who cares? Let it drop.’

Hanif Kureishi The Buddha of Suburbia

[camillamacaulay]

The man who named my narrow bed was a quiet person, but he had good questions. “I suppose you do love me, in your way,” I said to him one night close to dawn when we lay on the narrow bed. “And how else should I love you—in your way?” he asked. I am still thinking about that.

Anne Carson, Very Narrow: Introduction to Just for the Thrill, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry (via camillamacaulay)

[cxlvinw-blog]

hallo everyone, i apologize for the sporadic replies but im off to see a film fest today so ill be coming back with all the replies later or tomorrow !! have a great weekend 1!

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caseymxrales:

♦ ― Since Riley was at pre-school, Casey had taken the time to catch up on her grocery shopping and, well… to try and clear her head. So far, it wasn’t working. Thankfully, someone spoke up and caught her attention. She lifted her head from her hand as tired eyes opened, offering the male a small smile. “I can only imagine what some of them would read – sure, I’d love to hear some.” If anything, maybe it would cheer her up.

In the promise of welcomed nuisance, Calvin propped his opened manila folder from his backpack - setting it cradled against the bars of the child seat of the car: his own baby. He picked a test paper at random ( some kid named Fletcher with wretched handwriting ) and read on: “an average american spends $8000 on food each year; it takes only $150 to buy a year’s supply of ramen and a grand for a casket.” His lips pursued in contemplation of the afterglow, commenting then on its practicality. “Unnecessary, but we’ll have to make do. Want another one? I cannot vouch on how depressing or regrettable it would be however.”

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exgrcyhart:

“Oh really? Now you got me more curious, so please tell me what they wrote.”

“Your curiosity gives far too much credit on what some of these kids wrote -- one went of to confess that they had a threeway behind my lecture desk. I eat my sandwich on that desk.”

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bowiejoel:

“I feel like if I say yes, I’m going to be scarred for life. But, sure! Why the hell not. Educate away, teach.”

“I’m debating on being polite enough to spare you the hyper-detailed sexual ones as I don’t think I can pay for therapy for the both of us, but did you know that there is day dedicated to putting your pillow in your fridge?” 

[cxlvinw-blog]

“I’ve put a two-point bonus question on the last exam, and I asked them to put write something I didn’t know. So far, I regret the hell outta it. Want me to read ‘em for you?”

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izzyadvms:

Normally, Izzy wouldn’t be doing such scut work. After all, he was the owner, it wasn’t really something he should be doing. But, Abraham, his main bartender, and the one he would normally defer all this lame stuff to, had called in sick. He would be upset, but it was kinda nice, standing on the street, handing out flyers. Kept his mind off the bigger things that were distracting him these days. Making eye contact with someone, he smiles widely, “Hey you, you look like you like half off beer and pinball tournaments, here have a flyer,” he says, shoving it in the person’s direction, resisting the urge to just straight up shove it in their hands, “It starts at five thirty tonight.”

Like all great things, Calvin has succumbed to the dreary life of monotonous social media addiction. He walked then with his focus on an article about unicorns in a very dubious content site with a very dubious title -- and bam! He’s got a pink flyer with less than favorable font-sizing, interrupting his imaginings of rhino-horse hybrids. “If my students start missing out, I’ll know where to find them then,” he said as folded the paper into an airplane. It was less than satisfactory to linger really; but as the let the plane take flight and watched it very eagerly crash land on someone’s unsuspecting head, he reached for another flyer and read the fine script - turning back to avoid the poor victim. “What beer do you serve? I might fly a plane better drunk anyway.”

[lifeinpoetry]

My brother once showed me a piece of quartz that contained, he said, some trapped water older than all the seas in our world. He held it up to my ear. “Listen,” he said, “life and no escape.”

Anne Carson,  “The Wishing Jewel: Introduction to Water Margins,” The Anthropology of Water, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry (via filipinomorley)

[thechaperones]

[vikingserket]

After the war, what does a soldier become?

The Aftermath - Iron Maiden (via filipinomorley)