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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
we're not kids anymore.
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Mike Driver
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

if i look back, i am lost

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by yung_pueblo
by yung_pueblo
Leila Chatti, I Dreamed I Forgot
Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters
“Yes, terrible things happen, but sometimes those terrible things — they save you.”
— Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted
“Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don’t have to say anything.”
— Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
Italian poster (details) for Le frisson des vampires or The Shiver of the Vampires, Jean Rollin, 1971.
before i sleep.
love can really save people, and i’m not talking about romantic love. i’m talking about platonic, wholesome, unselfish love that demands nothing in return other than that person’s safety, happiness, and well-being. love for the sake of love. i think this kind of love is wonderful
How do you make friends as an adult
You go through a experience that leaves you so raw you open back up to the world in order to heal
“I think there is a general misconception that you write poems because you “have something to say.” I think, actually, that you write poems because you have something echoing around in the bone-dome of your skull that you cannot say. Poetry allows us to hold many related tangential notions in very close orbit around each other at the same time. The “unsayable” thing at the center of the poem becomes visible to the poet and reader in the same way that dark matter becomes visible to the astrophysicist. You can’t see it, but by measure of its effect on the visible, it can become so precise a silhouette you can almost know it.”
— Rebecca Lindenberg, from Why Write Poetry? (via violentwavesofemotion)
I can be feminine in all my rage
I can be girl and woman,
and claws with teeth.
Watch me burn.
this is your brain on drugs
“Don’t you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you are not taking advantage of it?”
— Ernest Hemingway