I know, I know, everyone hates on him, but I loooooove this song ♡
March 29, 2015, 12:17 pm
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I am Trying to Break Your Heart -Kevin Young
March 24, 2015, 11:19 am
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I am hoping
to hang your head

on my wall
in shame—

the slightest taxidermy
thrills me. Fish

forever leaping
on the living-room wall—

paperweights made
from skulls

of small animals.
I want to wear

your smile on my sleeve
& break

your heart like a horse
or its leg. Weeks of being

bucked off, then
all at once, you’re mine—

Put me down.

I want to call you thine

to tattoo mercy
along my knuckles. I assassin

down the avenue
I hope

to have you forgotten
by noon. To know you

by your knees
palsied by prayer.

Loneliness is a science—

consider the taxidermist’s
tender hands

trying to keep from losing
skin, the bobcat grin

of the living.

Mornings on the Ground
March 22, 2015, 9:21 pm
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To accept the day.  What will come.
To pass through more streets than houses,
more people than streets.  To pass through
skin to the other side. While I make
and unmake the day.  Your heart
sleeps with me.  It wraps me up at night
and the mornings are cold when I get up.
And I’m always asking where you are and why
the streets no longer are rivers.  At times
a drop of water falls to the ground
as if it were a tear.  At times
there isn’t ground enough to soak it up.

Rosa Alice Branco

translated by Alexis Levitin
(New European Poets, Miller & Prufer, eds)

Pete Townsend
March 19, 2015, 7:36 am
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“No one respects the flame quite like the fool who’s badly burned.”

March 13, 2015, 7:34 am
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“It’s superb to be out in the early, early morning before the sun comes up. There’s this sense of being super-alive. You’re in on a secret that all the dull, sleeping people don’t know about. Unlike them, you’re alert and aware of existing right here in this precise moment between what happened and what’s going to happen.”
Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now


the best, always ♡
March 5, 2015, 1:55 pm
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After her owner died during the landslides in Rio de Janeiro in 2011, Leao sat by the grave for two consecutive days.