"

Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.
And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up

waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of.
It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through

the open living-room windows because the heat’s on too high in here and I can’t turn it off.
For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,

I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those
wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,

I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it.
Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.

What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss–we want more and more and then more of it.

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep

for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless:
I am living. I remember you.

"

"What the Living Do" by Marie Howe (via alonesomes)

(via lipfused)

"

1.
God plays a fog bird. In context
of lovers an echo is the closest definition.

2.
The canyon scar spreads toward nothing. A figure
at one end, a shadow at the other.

3.
God takes two bodies and knocks them together: Earth.
Of course it is uneven, the heft of it.

4.
By Heisenberg’s principle, one is not the loneliest number.
God is the sum of two observations.

"

A world breaks if two people live in it // Summer Ellison  (via cosmogyraal)

(via 0salt)

Blue- Pablo Picasso, Henri Matisse, Yves Klein

(Source: bejwelled, via absenceofsomething)

"The thing is that if someone is being shamed, stigmatized, bullied etc. for being fat, and we say “they aren’t fat” or “they aren’t even that fat” in their defense, what we are also saying is that there is a size at which they would deserve that treatment, and that’s just not true.

Countering fat shaming by denying fatness says that the person doesn’t deserve poor treatment (which is true) but at the expense of reinforcing the incorrect idea that they would deserve it if they were fat (or some greater degree of fat), or that being called fat is an insult. There is no size at which people deserve to be treated poorly."

She’s Not That Fat | Dances With Fat (via closedforprayer)

(via closedforprayer)

"People seriously
underestimate
the dedication recovery
demands.
You cannot avoid it,
nor can you speed through it.
You must
take your time.
Your path may alter,
your rest stops may change,
but you will be
stronger
for it."

Michelle K., How do You Recover? pt. 6. (via michellekpoems)

(via burdreams)

"What did I think about before you touched my thigh? Let me say this: I’m going to touch you until my fingers fall off. If my fingers don’t fall off, I will hold your hand even if it’s sweaty. And let me say this: You are lovelier than clouds that look like lovely things. I have only loved a few times and the last time was when you rubbed my neck under the monkey bars. We weren’t much younger than we are now. I still have the same haircut. You still have only one dimple. It’s on your left cheek and it looks like you fell on a pebble. I love that it looks like you fell on a pebble. Let me say this: You taste like candy canes. There was a candy cane tree in my old neighborhood. My neighbor hung candy canes on the branches of the willow and I snatched them in the middle of the night. It was December when I rode my bike the quickest, like I was going somewhere to meet you. I like you more than the candy cane tree. Let me say this: I am uncomfortable in my own skin, so I hold your face. I hold your face and your hips but mostly your face. You have a lovely face. Let me say this: I love you like monsters like scaring little kids. I make a list of words I can use to diagram your body: petite, mellifluous, comely, milk, necessary. Please, forgive the humming; you see I rarely taste candy canes in March. When I don’t taste you I taste sweat. Not good sweat, mind you, sweaty sweat from the men’s locker room. Sometimes I taste pizza, but that’s only because I loved pizza first. Let me say this: My love for pizza was fleeting. I was young and naive and thought that extra toppings meant something. These are fine days because they end with you. Let me just say this: I’m going to kiss you until my lips fall off. If my lips don’t fall off, I will kiss up your spine until I run out of spine. Then I’ll start over."

“Notes on a Candy Cane Tree,” Gregory Sherl (via easybakec0ven)

(via lipfused)

(Source: pavel-petel, via sarahlicious-1)

emperorirene:

Has this been done yet?

(via m7throse)

malakonia:

Id like to thank the sun for hiding my enormous flaws 👋🌞💕

can I be murdered by you. 

Anonymous said: Hi hello where are you from?

Hello hello I am from Bahrain