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[kathkemp]

it's fascinating how we're taught that 'home' is this tangible place

the most simply defined of terms — it's a house, a postcode, a country. and yet, sometimes home cannot be explained by a street number. sometimes it’s a face, a voice, a laugh more honest and familiar than any truth you have ever known. we’re taught that in it’s more literal sense, home is where we live and grow. but one day, in the silence that follows nostalgic stories and subsequent laughter, you may realize that you never did more living or growing than when you had certain people by your side. 

and suddenly, you are home

[kathkemp]

i am drawn to the light in others

it is how i know i am not alone. to be a seeker of the light is to be connected to the very truth itself — the way out of the darkness is when we can look across the table and find our face in another’s. when we let our stories exist, we invite others to see themselves more clearly in a space where pain, struggle, stunning resilience and belonging are not unique to just one person. they live in each of us. proving we are not on our own. i heal. and you heal. and when we heal, the world heals with us

[kathkemp]

and if you’re still breathing you’re the lucky ones, because most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs, setting fire to our insides for fun, collecting names of the lovers that went wrong

[forestgreenlesbian]

Colville: Following the lives of jockeys on the Colville Indian Reservation, this series explores masculinity within an intimate and complicated coming of age story. (2015 - 2019) Fergus Thomas

[naturaldyes-blog]

dyed with mushrooms {source}

[lifeinpoetry]

& later, i spot him in the super- market & know he knows i’m watching the way a shepherd tends his flock or the way the ocean shivers when the moon slides onto its back. & there is no significant body of water in the suburbs, nothing to drown in yet we drown anyway. & i take him in the long grass of the park, i taste him in the weeds, knees wet with mud, the night buzzing with the deaths of mosquitoes. the wild silence after, mouths heavy with musk, is complete & even the birds are mute with love in their nests. there is no song except our huffed breaths, the shuffle of grass bending beneath us, tick- ling skin, the whole world an animal gone quiet.

— Omar Sakr, from “Fridays in the Park (or how to make a boy holy),” The Lost Arabs

[kathkemp]

sometimes i think about the boy who could always tell when i was high by my bloodshot, half closed eyes and my half working mind. he'd half laugh and i'd laugh too, but i only half understood why

he was so many things and i never understood why he wanted to be so different. i tried to define him every time he changed because i too would change and then it all changed. or maybe he was never here and i was always waiting, waiting for a boy with too much inside him. a boy with the kind of story that would ache my soul, because i knew it was not meant to last but also because i knew that this was the only way love was meant to go

[kathkemp]

a girl of dark and lake like eyes looked up with tanned skin of cold thin bones that hugged and kissed and loved each lung that in their moves of ebbs and flows took every breath my body knows

lalalalalalaaaaaaaaaa

[juiceboxes]

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Wheat Kings - The Tragically Hip

[kathkemp]

let's just see what the morning brings

[kathkemp]

you can fall in love with words, you know

i’ve seen it happen. i’ve felt winds of words that lift bumps off my skin as i loan them my breath in exchange for nostalgia. they grow wings inside my heart and flutter into my stomach, keeping me awake at night, shivering

[kathkemp]

[kathkemp]

knowledge of how cold it can get at four in the morning sinks in

you hold your breath cause that's something to think about, that's something to do, i wish it was always just me and you, i get so scared of everything and nothing sometimes

[josiahkelevra]

[kathkemp]

one of these days i will stay

the happy hour that goes on for much longer than an hour. we are getting our moneys worth, drink specials, free appetizers. we are vultures, kids in a candy shop, we never dealt with growing up. summertime, get really fucked up and sneak into swimming pools and drink coca cola cola, hi tree, hi too many, we are all going to be in the ground one day. i don't know if i could recognize your bones but my heart thinks otherwise. my heart is dumb as fuck and goes off and does shit i have to deal with later. you are so fun when nothing is fun anymore

[ilovestonefox]

[ilovestonefox]

[kathkemp]

type of thing you miss, type of thing you don't expect, type of thing you can't replicate or buy at the corner store, type of thing not even a slurpee can make not matter