February 2012
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“The hours of trouble and battle will assuredly come and find us without our...”
– Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to his sister. (1889)
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“For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves.
I remove my jewelry and set...”
– “For You” by Kim Addonizio (via growing-orbits)
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Gentrification
quelowat:
Taking over, block by block,
chipping away at the heart and soul of our neighborhoods.
Keep your fucking pub and give me back my chimi spot.
Take your organic market to midtown and give me back my supermercado.
I don’t want a fancy haircut in your overly priced salon,
I want a five dollar shape up son.
Our hood was “hip” before you showed up to fuck shit up.
You ain’t...
“If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.”
– Pablo Neruda (via unnamablerevelations)
The Corner Society: The Corner Society Welcomes... →
kornersociety:
Mat Pringle was born in South London. He spent an idyllic childhood climbing trees and drawing dinosaurs. After a few false starts, he studied graphic design at the London College of Communication, eventually stumbling his way into the murky world of illustration. He now spends his time…
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The Writer's Chase
Pen to paper, fingers to keyboard. It is the truest catharsis I know. Write and scribble and write and pound the keys until that long, slow breath escapes me, and the deep aching melts away. Calm seeps through me with every word, soothing my pain until I am once again at ease.
Yet, often, when I most desperately need relief, words elude me entirely. Though the same wrinkles crease my...
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“Write me a letter
with my back as your paper
and fingers as ink.”
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Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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fernsandmoss:
Today Diego kissed me. Every moment, he is my child. my newborn babe, every little while, every day, of my own self.
-excerpt from Frida Kahlo’s diary
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Flashback
he slides a finger into my front pocket, stroking my thigh
grabbing his wrist, i arrest his progress southward
suddenly i am very aware of the heart in my chest—
it’s so loud, i worry he can hear it too
looking up at him, i struggle to keep the fear from my eyes
he’s just a kid. he doesn’t know the terror an unwanted touch instills
but it’s no excuse
still...
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The Jolt
i have only just drifted off
not quite asleep, my subconscious roams that grey place between life and dream
my body is warm, my brain waves luxuriously slow
what awareness i have yet revels in this quiet space, the land before sleep
then
JOLT
some strange electricity zaps my limbs and i flinch, my arms and legs seizing in a choreographed and tortured spasm
awake in a flash, my eyes dart...
January 2012
94 posts
“The smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the...”
– Noam Chomsky (via animatronicwitches)
… and this is how pizza became a vegetable
(via quitecamille)
pennyforurthoughts:
Please Please Please- Fiona...
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november 2010
What’s this? A peek behind the iron curtain, or just syntax and fury…?
It’s late and the sun will be up soon/ish and my heart is pounding out of my chest, I can see it beating through my skin even though my nose has been clear for hours now; surely the remnants of cocktail cokefest remain in my system but that was then, this is the now time, and in the now time I’m trying...
