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tylerknott:

“Wasted are the days where the skin beneath our clothes doesn’t get to touch.” —  Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson #tylerknott

tylerknott:

“Wasted are the days
where the skin beneath our clothes
doesn’t get to touch.”

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
#tylerknott

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flower face - bedhead

i’m not myself when you’re not around

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automobiles abandoned in a belgian forest by civilians in flight at the onset of world war ii

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sitcomuniverse:

Frontier Ruckus Song Ilustration #20 (canvas edition) | Darling Anonymity by Matthew Milia | 30x15” canvas

sitcomuniverse:

Frontier Ruckus Song Ilustration #20 (canvas edition) | Darling Anonymity by Matthew Milia | 30x15” canvas

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mattv86:

posting a new stupid cute song for sake of a 4th of July mention

sometimes matt does stuff that’s so good you spend the afternoon consuming water from an emptied half-gallon of diet snapple wondered at the stories contained inside each cell of existence

our heads in the summer, when there’s nothing to do
keeps on raining, we get sober soon
are we grown up; are we so damn scared?
spend our whole lives trying to get back there

drive downtown while the air’s still thick
point out the nice house where everyone could live
with the days and the words, they carelessly spent
like sophomore fortunes on cheap cigarettes

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Mimicking Birds - Acting Your Age

Somehow each one makes their way back to it
and every year the reservoir fills up with fluid

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You entered the bedroom and fell to your knees.
I wait the rest of my life to hear you say, I made a mistake.

Inside my chest, a mangle.
Inside yours, a deflating balloon.

You took the vacuum cleaner, the ironing board, the dish rack
and left me some lint, an iron to scorch shirts, one chipped plate.

I would like to say at least we perfected
entrances and exits, like professional stage actors

honing their craft, but even that’s a fantasy.
Mostly on TV the lions ate the hyenas

but sometimes the hyenas
formed a posse, and tore a lion up.

Occasionally you came in out of the rain
and I was glad to have you.

Courtney Queeney, “Our Many Never Endings”
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red stains on your porches
telling the stories
of prom nights & bar stools
the kind you adorned
without passion, a silhouette
dark frame half green, half coquette
fetching the smiles
the kind that untied
high school desires
for pink in the bathroom, 
a sinking sense of 3 o clock — afternoon
knowing now how close to dead
we all stand, orbiting the hospice moment
in your grey living room inside the fog
sunset with her the name
but it tastes more like virginia
out bodies splashed out;
your eastern translations wrapped across your legs
I stood in wonder at the
a shield of the egos, we once tried to replicate

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There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via larmoyante)
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alexander-grey:

Keaton Henson // Healah Dancing

I was like “oh cool, new keaton henson. I guess it would be interesting to hear some new acoustic guitar cute love-y sap songs.”

then my expectations were completely exceeded and I was floating blissfully sad in the ambient baroque bedroom that is Romantic Works

easily in top 5 albums of the year

continually amazed by this record & keaton in general just wow

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