The Stonewall Inn
One Nice Bug Per Day

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Claire Keane
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Show & Tell

Jimmy Eat World
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Origami Around
Fieri Frames
EXPECTATIONS
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if i look back, i am lost
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I want a tattoo of the first morning we woke up together. I want the memory to hurt.
Clementine von Radics, excerpt from Everything in Portland Is a Postcard Saying “Wish You Were Here!” (via larmoyante)
He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.
Clementine von Radics (via opalinear)
Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.
Clementine von Radics, excerpt from “Things I Do When I Cannot Hold You” (via larmoyante)
And I am jealous of your tattoos and how long they will stay with you after I go.
Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
The story behind lobsters is that they weren’t thought of as cuisine until the 19th century. Before that they were considered peasant food, and most often served in prisons. The story behind diamonds is that they were just rocks until 1938 when there was a marketing campaign that forever linked them with love. The story about you is that you thought I was so much more than I was. The story behind art is that it’s never a masterpiece until it’s already been sold. Once it already belongs to someone else. The story behind us is that once you finally had me, you had no idea what I was worth.
Clementine von Radics, “The Story Behind Lobsters” (via larmoyante)
I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forever” (via larmoyante)
Mouthful of forever
The Two Towers
Barriers
Today's Google doodle celebrates the falling of the Berlin wall. The East Germans may have had it bad however it doesn't even make a blip on the radar compared to the oppression the Palestinians endure. The Berlin wall was 106km long and 3.6m high, the West Bank barrier is currently 438km and 8m high and on completion will be 700km long. I hope to see this wall come down in my lifetime.
Sahiban, my love.
I walked into the gym and went straight for Sahiban. I finally decided to tell her how she makes me feel. Sahiban your figure makes me go weak in my knees. You make me wanna scream So do what you want What you want with my body Do what you want Don't stop, let's party Do what you want What you want with my body Sometimes I'm scared I suppose If you ever let me go I would fall apart If you break my heart So just take my body And don't stop the party You can’t have my heart (Help me now) And you won't use my mind but Do what you want with my body Sahiban and I have an intense love hate relationship. If people can talk to their cars, plants, hair, shoes or even babies who can't comprehend what we tell them, why should it be any different if I converse with Sahiban, my squat rack?
Miracle Gardens Dubai
New Years @ Burj Khalifa
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