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Gabrielle Calvocoressi from Apocalyptic Swing

stewy hosseini could do my prada's at the cleaners along with my hoodie and my fuck you flip-flops and eduardo saverin could do fuck you too you pusillanimous piece of fucking fool's gold

maleshawty

stewy hosseini could do my prada's at the cleaners along with my hoodie and my fuck you flip-flops and eduardo saverin could do fuck you too you pusillanimous piece of fucking fool's gold

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Two Huge Galleon Ships From Old Pearl Necklaces by Ann Carrington

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In the first poetry workshop I ever took my professor said we could write about anything we wanted except for two things: our grandparents and our dogs. She said she had never read a good poem about a dog. I could only remember ever reading one poem about a dog before that point—a poem by Pablo Neruda, from which I only remembered the lines “We walked together on the shores of the sea/ In the lonely winter of Isla Negra.” Four years later I wrote a poem about how when I was a little girl I secretly baptized my dog in the bathtub because I was afraid she wouldn’t get into heaven. “Is this a good poem?” I wondered. The second poetry workshop, our professor made us put a bird in each one of our poems. I thought this was unbelievably stupid. This professor also hated when we wrote about hearts, she said no poet had ever written a good poem in which they mentioned a heart. I started collecting poems about hearts, first to spite her, but then because it became a habit I couldn’t break. The workshop after that, our professor would tell us the same story over and over about how his son had died during a blizzard. He would cry in front of us. He never told us we couldn’t write about anything, but I wrote a lot of poems about snow. At the end of the year he called me into his office and said, “looking at you, one wouldn’t think you’d be a very good writer” and I could feel all the pity inside of me curdling like milk. The fourth poetry workshop I ever took my professor made it clear that poets should not try to engage with popular culture. I noticed that the only poets he assigned were men. I wrote a poem about that scene in Grease 2 where a boy takes his girlfriend to a fallout shelter and tries to get her to have sex with him by tricking her into believing that nuclear war had begun. It was the first poem I ever published. The fifth poetry workshop I ever took our professor railed against the word blood. She thought that no poem should ever have the word “blood” in it, they were bloody enough already. She returned a draft of my poem with the word blood crossed out so hard the paper had torn. When I started teaching poetry workshops I promised myself I would never give my students any rules about what could or couldn’t be in their poems. They all wrote about basketball. I used to tally these poems when I’d go through the stack I had collected at the end of each class. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 poems about basketball. This was Indiana. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. I told the class, “for the next assignment no one can write about basketball, please for the love of god choose another topic. Challenge yourselves.” Next time I collected their poems there was one student who had turned in another poem about basketball. I don’t know if he had been absent on the day I told them to choose another topic or if he had just done it to spite me. It’s the only student poem I can still really remember. At the time I wrote down the last lines of that poem in a notebook. “He threw the basketball and it came towards me like the sun”

#this is so fucking good #wtf omg #save #fave

l1ng

🩸💅

nicolezaridze

shout out to google maps idk how to draw houses

#drink and on my period but cried lol #save #fave

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starsvck

black widow deleted scenes...

#no cuz this would’ve had me in the hospital

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More highlights of roadside Indiana

August 2018

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beyond-theframes

I don't know how many times Loki as to say this for the people around him to understand that what he ultimately seeks isn't power, but affection.

#me #Erin core #crazy how Loki and I are the same person

two-thirtyy

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.

taykoutmccleod

reblog if its friday and you made it

hc that when Thor meets Mobius the first thing he does is tell Loki how much Mobius reminds him of frigga

#the only two people to be gentle with Loki 😫😫#Loki #mobius m mobius

alphacrone

every Killers song sounds like the ramblings of that one incoherently drunk girl in the bathroom and i think that’s incredible sexy of them

alphacrone

like, ur so right queen, he DOESN’T look a thing like jesus… (?????)

notgreengardens

Me, at the bathroom of a queer party: no girl, actually he transitioned after he broke up with you in february of last year

#you run for cover but you can’t escape the second attack #a little tenderness and truth I didn’t ask for much #😫😫😫

wejustdecidedto

Neal Sampat + smiling (requested by anonymous)

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Favorite poetry pieces or master posts about humankind and/or how we're all connected through universal experiences? I can't stop thinking about that...