Which seat can I take?– Goldilocks (via historysaidwhat)
almost silent eyes that carefully looked to me, pretty, and i wish i was your microphone close to you the stand between your hands sweet and fierce your voice on this night of sighs. you sang to me a second, a wink to hold your hand, just pull like a thread in unworried haste and lust and everything sweetily done.
As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold your hand.– Timshel — Mumford & Sons
I’m a walking TFM today.
Cross yourself The glow of a swallowed moon Against the spoon of your fingers Light blue and detailed Cradled within a cloud, covered up with a prayer I saw the moon tonight And I let her ignite upon me the hopes that you are too allowing her to glow A silk light upon your porcelain face.
socked feet kick finger nail bit toothed lip, giggle, hardly sit and squee at the computer screen a toddler i glow with excitement. this smile crackles and sparks from the inside, out- sitting in the dark, and one song repeats in my head pretty smile, or wink instead you in my arms, sitting on my bed the wind will carry your laugh my arm a pillow on the wet grass. kiss me tonight this summer is...
I put lemon juice. in my Coca Cola. Big yes.
Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is...– Rainer Maria Rilke
Let your madness for vengeance satisfy you
The great war memorials that surround me in DC are impressive statues and meaningful buildings, not pubs or bars. They honor life through reflection rather than through the pompous celebration of vengeance. Is the defeat of your enemy supposed to be jubilant? Aren’t we too great of a country to do that? Like beasts over a dead corpse we feed on this concept of revenge and justice-served....
mmmmmcookies: newjerseythings: You know you are from New Jersey when you categorize people by north, central, and south jersey. Somebody tried to tell me there was no such thing as Central Jersey yesterday, and I almost cut them. two words: socioeconomic gradient.