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When you have left me
the sky drains of colorlike the skin
of a tightening fist.The sun commences
its gold prowlbatting at tinsel streamers
on the electric fan.Crouching I hide
in the coolness I stolefrom the brass rods
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of your bed. -
no matter what my weight, i always have 99 people going on about how i’d look better if i weighed more/less.
please, tell me more about how you think my body should look.
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50 most inspirational people (in no order)
→ Tina Fey (actress/comedian)
i reallllyyy don’t like how these are all tina fey looking smokin hot when that’s like not her personality at all..not that the two are mutually exclusive but i just don’t think it’s an accurate portrayal.
(via mermaidpo0p)
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One Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-Elizabeth Bishop -
High ResolutionWhat they did not want you to ever find out is that your generation, the generation born between 1980-1995, actually outnumbers the Baby Boomers. They knew that if you ever turned your eye towards political reform, you could change the world. They tried to keep you sated on vapid television shows and vapid music. They cut off your education and fed you brain candy. They took away your music and gave you Top Ten pop stations. They cut off your art and replaced it with endless reality shows for you to plug into, hoping you would sit quietly by as they ran the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Give ‘em hell, kids.
(Source: katedanley, via downwithwarupwithwhores)
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"Rape culture is a culture in which people who have survived a violent crime are asked to laugh about it because other people think it’s funny."
- (i wish i could put this on a business card and hand it out to people who make rape jokes. the flip side would say FUCK YOU)(Source: goforthandagitate, via swearbyit)
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Listening to Janelle Monae Pandora in the lib. while writing a paper about feminist theory… life is good.
COME VSIIT ME
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"I am always hungry
& wanting to have
sex. This is a fact.
If you get right
down to it the new
unprocessed peanut
butter is no damn
good & you should
buy it in a jar as
always in the
largest supermarket
you know. And
I am an enemy
of change, as
you know. All
the things I
embrace as new
are in
fact old things,
re-released: swimming,
the sensation of
being dirty in
body and mind
summer as a
time to do
nothing and make
no money. Prayer
as a last re-
sort. Pleasure
as a means,
and then a
means again
with no ends
in sight. I am
absolutely in opposition
to all kinds of
goals. I have
no desire to know
where this, anything
is getting me.
When the water
boils I get
a cup of tea.
Accidentally I
read all the
works of Proust.
It was summer
I was there
so was he. I
write because
I would like
to be used for
years after
my death. Not
only my body
will be compost
but the thoughts
I left during
my life. During
my life I was
a woman with
hazel eyes. Out
the window
is a crooked
silo. Parts
of your
body I think
of as stripes
which I have
learned to
love along. We
swim naked
in ponds &
I write be-
hind your
back. My thoughts
about you are
not exactly
forbidden, but
exalted because
they are useless,
not intended
to get you
because I have
you & you love
me. It’s more
like a playground
where I play
with my reflection
of you until
you come back
and into the
real you I
get to sink
my teeth. With
you I know how
to relax. &
so I work
behind your
back. Which
is lovely.
Nature
is out of control
you tell me &
that’s what’s so
good about
it. I’m immoderately
in love with you,
knocked out by
all your new
white hair
why shouldn’t
something
I have always
known be the
very best there
is. I love
you from my
childhood,
starting back
there when
one day was
just like the
rest, random
growth and
breezes, constant
love, a sand-
wich in the
middle of
day,
a tiny step
in the vastly
conventional
path of
the Sun. I
squint. I
wink. I
take the
ride."- Peanut Butter, Eileen Myles (via grammatolatry)(Source: poemfull, via grammatolatry)
LILY ELIZABETH
I like naps and elephants. I often get scared of the dark and I have the imagination of a six year old.
