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Hi, my name is Amanda.

I'm twenty-one and function best when enveloped in blankets.

Tonight there must be people who are getting what they want.
I let my oars fall into the water.
Good for them. Good for them, getting what they want.

The night is so still that I forget to breathe.
The dark air is getting colder. Birds are leaving.

Tonight there are people getting just what they need.

The air is so still that it seems to stop my heart.
I remember you in a black and white photograph
taken this time of some year. You were leaning against a half-shed tree,
standing in the leaves the tree had lost.

When I finally exhale it takes forever to be over.

Tonight, there are people who are so happy,
that they have forgotten to worry about tomorrow.

Somewhere, people have entirely forgotten about tomorrow.
My hand trails in the water.
I should not have dropped those oars. Such a soft wind.

by Jennifer Michael Hecht, from “September” in The Next Ancient World. Tupelo Press, 2001 (via commovente)

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superbestiario:

Klimt’s famous “kiss” on the walls of a devastated building in Syria

superbestiario:

Klimt’s famous “kiss” on the walls of a devastated building in Syria

(via leaf-less)

medleypond:

Bang Bang - Nancy Sinatra (Cover)

(via 5000letters)


Litany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, Richard Siken.
Litany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, Richard Siken.

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westeastsouthnorth:

Prague, Czech Republic

westeastsouthnorth:

Prague, Czech Republic

(via thehistoryoflanguage)

‘A very short story-with a lot of fiction in the middle-and something real in the end’ (2005) 

Fred Eerdekens

copper wire, light

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Draw a monster. Why is it a monster? by Daughter by Janice Lee

(Source: misterracoon, via paperswallow)

Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is
to watch the year repeat its days.
It is as if I could dip my hand down

into time and scoop up
blue and green lozenges of April heat
a year ago in another country.

I can feel that other day running underneath this one
like an old videotape - here we go fast around the last
corner

by Anne Cason, The Glass Essay (via usbport)

(via contramonte)

(via avoke)

Many conjoined twins
have been surgically separated. That means
even if you share a bloody, beating heart
you don’t necessarily belong
to another person.

And I am going to carry that fact
around in my pocket
as a reminder there is a historical precedent
for leaving. by Worse Things Have Happened Than What I’m About To Do,
Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

(Source: clementinevonradics)

deadpaint:

Gustav Klimt, The Three Ages of Woman

deadpaint:

Gustav Klimt, The Three Ages of Woman

(via irredescent)

Terrible things happen to good people every day.
Consequentially, I am not one of the good people.
I am one of the terrible things. by Marianna Paige  (via ponceau)

(Source: hellanne, via ekstaas)

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