Simplicity should never be a synonym for laziness. Write for ambition, not for popularity.
Phil Aaron (via philthewordsmith)

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wallacepolsom
YOU ARE THE REASON
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
hello vonnie

#extradirty

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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One Nice Bug Per Day
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Game of Thrones Daily
$LAYYYTER

if i look back, i am lost
Claire Keane
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@philthewordsmith
Simplicity should never be a synonym for laziness. Write for ambition, not for popularity.
Phil Aaron (via philthewordsmith)
Kurt Cobain didn’t die to become a cute tank top at Urban Outfitters
Neither did my ancestors
Hey y’all come buy my first poetry book! It’s really good. I promise. lol
There's a wolf in the reeds,
and I have failed another mother. Failed another song and misinterpreted dreams. Do I feel those fangs in my neck? Paws on my back, death too eager. Too eager for me; not yet I say. Not yet.
Not until my knees have hit soil. Life sure I shall make no sounds. I’ll make you scavenger from empty wider palms and tougher hugs greeting earth. Empty of weapon and love by then. I will become love by then.
Make kindness one of the things you’re most proud of about yourself.
reminsces (via wnq-writers)
Voodoo Ranger cometh in night.
A purveyor of pine and lemon tree, they meet with Latin Rogue in Milano. On bridge of moonlight & basement brick, a timeless tradition for humanity takes: The trading of talk, goods, and hands. The sweeping of hands and arms tangled in tango to climax with late moon and new dawn: illuminate cobblestone roads and mosaic patch houses.
Now seekin’ refuge from other company, they creep from neighbors in noise to ruins in silence and meadow. Discussing no thing but sun, wind, and resting bodies… Ah the need for one’s limbs to be cozy achieved with ease in close company.
Hey y’all come buy my first poetry book! It’s really good. I promise. lol
One more time: *small inhale* YOUR TALENTS DON'T MATTER IF YOU'RE AN ABUSER.
Simplicity should never be a synonym for laziness. Write for ambition, not for popularity.
Phil Aaron
Ellen Jewett
The American Hero is dead
because the American government wants them dead. The hero is always unsung because their supporters are without tongue. Because the hero is what the people need.
So how do you have the outrageous ability to wonder why the future of this country is to be doomed To why the youth are disenfranchised, economically and spiritually lethargic.
It is because they only hear of the hero when they are dead years past or dying in the streets. That is all we know of the hero’s tale. America is it’s own succubus. A vampire taking bath in holy water. It is time to choose whether to be the water, or the flight of leather wings.
me talking to my brain: produce some serotonin you fucking coward
I complain in my head that I’m lonely, but then why do I avoid every stranger?
eccentricoptimist (via wnq-writers)
The devil isn't who you think.
Not the coven foot nor pitchfork welding and horn-headed. He does not come in green of currency nor suits of silk. The true devil is made by man. The true devil is always echoing forward relentlessly. The true devil is time; time through exploration. Whether it is missed time or time missing. Time too slow for the suffering or just right for the wicked. Too early or too late for the lonely. Time you idiots, it’s always been time.