[grow-or-perish]

summer break-up haiku

it was always this

going to be this, you know

nothing gold can stay

[vintagesaltbackup]

‘Woman Into Man, Paris’, photographed by Helmut Newton, 1979.

[thelovejournals]

You can love someone so much…But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

John Green, An Abundance of Katherines 

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[tylerknott]

I won’t give flowers, jewels or expensive gifts, I’ll give all I am.

 Tyler Knott Gregson

[grow-or-perish]

[christophs]

[memoriesinatrunk]

“It’s a human need to be told stories. The more we’re governed by idiots and have no control over our destinies, the more we need to tell stories to each other about who we are, why we are, where we come from, and what might be possible.” (x)

Alan Rickman 1946-2016

[wordsnquotes]

Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous. I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension. But I am not always in what I call a state of grace. I have days of illuminations and fevers. I have days when the music in my head stops. Then I mend socks, prune trees, can fruits, polish furniture. But while I am doing this I feel I am not living.

Anaïs Nin

[bananasareradical]

I have been a medicinal marijuana smoker for nine years now. I find relief from the gastrointestinal effects of the chemo even now. I find it helps with regulating my sleep. I also enjoy it before I watch “Game of Thrones.”

Melissa Etheridge

[endless-unfolding]

come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.

Lucille Clifton

[grow-or-perish]

october 18, 2015 / one a.m.

it is so different now

now that years of memories linger behind us

waiting for us to come back to them and remember

to come back and use them as signs 

of just how well we like to think

we know each other 

now that i have looked into your open veins

now that you’ve withstood my tornado

now that the wondering is less

“if i know you then”

and more 

“if i ever don’t know you someday...”

now that i have wandered and tracked

and conquered and memorized every inch

the real flesh of you

that’s it — the difference 

it’s the flesh of you

and the flesh of me

the only way to know

is to get close enough to see 

you have to taste it

smell it

wrap your own flesh into it

i have soaked up your skin

and traced my lips over every freckle

inhaled every pheromone

until i thought my lungs couldn’t grow

alongside the pace of my heart

and the miracle of loving you

is that no matter how full i think i am

no matter how much of you i think i breathe 

you endlessly lead me into new territory

the levels of what makes up every piece

the wonder that is your flesh

and beyond

i have covered every inch of you

for days and weeks now impossible to count

and i stand certain in the fire 

that burns bold as the first time 

i heard you say my name out loud

the moment i made my mission

to uncover every layer of you

and that it’s — the difference

because today i have lived

inside of a miracle 

for days and weeks 

impossible to predict or measure 

and i stand still as certain

that i have only begun 

to scratch the surface

have only begun

to count the days i wake up 

to this miracle that is loving you

[grow-or-perish]

[katieboink]

[free-parking-blog]

Louise Bourgeois, What is the Shape of This Problem?, 1999, lithography and letter press, series of 9 (x)

[grow-or-perish]

Yo La Tengo - Black flowers

words go la la la la la 

[dandonnarumma]