1. kushandwizdom:

Good Vibes HERE

    kushandwizdom:

    Good Vibes HERE

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  3. I’m meeting boys who like Charles Bukowski and they all want to do brutal things to my body. They tell me they buy a bottle of whiskey whenever they get one of his books and don’t stop reading till they’ve gone through a pack of cigarettes. They blow smoke in my face and say, “He was the outcast king of L.A. Did you know that, huh?” “Yeah, yeah, I know.” I say. “He’s great.”

    A boy gives me a worn copy of On the Road and thinks he’s being original. “We should explore the road together. Would you like that, baby?” I take a sip of my water and look away. Yes, I’d like that, I think. But he’s drunk and imagining himself sixty years earlier, in the back of a bar, sweating to the sound of live bop. Still, I prefer him to the hungry boy that devoured my shirt and said, “You have a tattoo? What’s it say?” ‘mad to live?’ What, are you angry about living? Aw, I’m just kidding, come here, let me take off that bra.”

    The next boy I kiss doesn’t read. I ask him to come to a bookstore with me and he stays outside, sighing. He has no interest in words. He has no interest in me. I am thankful for him. For a few weeks, I am able to shed my habit of thinking obsessively and become a duller, rougher version of myself. I dump him when my fingers start turning imaginary pages in my sleep.

    I go on a date with a boy who knows I like to write. He calls himself a fan of mine and swears he’s read every word I’ve put down. “You’ve got this voice that’s very modern, but also so classic.” I choke on my water as he says, “I read you to fall asleep.” I listen to him pant metaphors and compare my mouth to the sea. One day, he stumbles across my journal, and finds nothing about himself in it. “You don’t really love me, do you?” I shake my head. There is no use pretending anymore. He has read my poems about the boys I want to drown in me. His goodbye leaves my hands covers in ink. He wanted me so badly to be the sea, when all I am is a girl who writes poetry.

    I try my best to become poetry. I take a bath and stain the water with black ink. I cut my hair in a motel sink. I cry for people I have never met. I start smoking cigarettes. I use words like “presumptuously” and talk about “post-modernist new wave.” I walk the streets at 4 a.m. and smile at people coming home from a rave. I wear sunglasses indoors. I carry a 500 page volume of poems wherever I go. I drink coffee instead of water. I talk about the “advantages of using film and listening to records.” But no matter how hard I try, I am not the sea. I am a sunken ship that has drowned in everyone who touched me.

    I Am Not The Sea | Lora Mathis (via soggypoetry)

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  4. There is a shipwreck between your ribs and it took eighteen years
    for me to understand how to understand your kind of drowning.

    There are people who cannot be held quietly. There are screams
    that are never externalized. If I looked at the photo albums of your
    past twenty years, all I would find are decibel meter graphs of
    phone calls and the intensity of your silence as you sat
    smoking cigarettes in the garage.

    There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with
    fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you
    with care.

    And for the first time, I understand that I will never know
    how to apologize for being
    one of them.

    – Shinji Moon (via cactuslungs)

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  9. foto-jennic:


A woman is like a tea bag - you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.” - Eleanor Roosevelt

Welcome to Women’s History Month

    foto-jennic:

    A woman is like a tea bag - you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.” - Eleanor Roosevelt


    Welcome to Women’s History Month

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  11. kushandwizdom:

Good Vibes here

    kushandwizdom:

    Good Vibes here

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  13. today-isawindingroad:

mvtk42:



monkeysaysficus:

hey, whatcha doing? are these the internets? can I internet too?



This seems familiar…


THIS
GUY’S
FREAKING

DOG

IS

RUINING

MY

LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFFEEEEEEEEEE

    today-isawindingroad:

    mvtk42:

    monkeysaysficus:

    hey, whatcha doing? are these the internets? can I internet too?

    This seems familiar…

    THIS

    GUY’S


    FREAKING

    DOG

    IS

    RUINING

    MY

    LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFFEEEEEEEEEE

    (via thisbrunetteslife)

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  14. dadsamoviecritic:

Regardless of the year … this film should be a must see for every teenager

    dadsamoviecritic:

    Regardless of the year … this film should be a must see for every teenager

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  15. narvaezs:

    i pledge allegiance

    to the band

    of mr. shneebly

    and will not fight him for creative control

    and will defer to him on all issues related to the musical direction of the band

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