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KIROKAZE

Janaina Medeiros
Game of Thrones Daily
Monterey Bay Aquarium
trying on a metaphor
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Peter Solarz

@theartofmadeline
YOU ARE THE REASON
Stranger Things
d e v o n
dirt enthusiast
Mike Driver
NASA
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@honeycloveswrites
goin’ through it rn
vs.
noah kahan - growing sideways // the lumineers - stubborn love
i wish i could say i’m #2
vs.
noah kahan - growing sideways // the lumineers - stubborn love
all my love - noah kahan / horse no rider - josh ritter / right where you left me - taylor swift / supercut - lorde
bratislava castle, slovakia
The pallor of ships sinking
Cloudy nights clutch the stars
White knuckled
There's no way to unknow an
Absence, a wanting, loose
Limbs like chainsaw kiss
On bleeding birch—
Once the finches flew
Into these hollows
Now ghosts glide
With charcoal palms
& empty pockets
you remember those nights like a splinter
trapped under your skin
from running barefoot and wild through the dense wood like a fugitive,
hollering and ducking through thorns
with glee,
tripping
on pine cones and pebbles,
glad to be alive in the grown-up dark.
you remember those nights like wood smoke
soaked into your clothes
from the bonfire where your parents gather,
a top note
in the perfume that is the forest,
all petrichor and falling leaves,
and the laughter from afar soft like the damp ground under your feet.
you remember those nights like melted sugar stuck to your palms,
dizzying,
coating the roof of your mouth,
and smashed between chocolate and cookies,
then crushing your little bodies together,
two to a seat on the swing set,
warmed by a blanket of stars
and a full belly.
you remember those nights like a dream,
like they may not have happened
if it weren’t for the scars
on your knees and the bitter air still biting at your lungs
the next morning.
“It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.”
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
me. me when a poem says something ive felt before
on death with 1. lilies abounded, @petfurniture, twitter; 2. frances molina, “o’death”
bad at love - halsey / the unequal marriage (edited fragment) - vasili pukirev / midnight rain - taylor swift / timoclea - elisabetta sirani
realized when i started reblogging other people’s posts that my old url might deeply confuse someone.
previously @reallybadpoetry