is it too much to text someone who lives in another state:
I rlly wanna kiss u again
is it too much to text someone who lives in another state:
I rlly wanna kiss u again
anyway, don’t be a stranger.
how does one keep acquiring new language?
sitting on the bus on a foggy morning and only thinking — is this, finally, my life? do i hold it with both hands? do i try to live?
Deadwood, South Dakota
1972Days of ‘76 Parade
Photograph by Nick DeWolf
https://www.flickr.com/photos/dboo/407998418/#deadwood #southdakota #parade #daysof76 #people #batontwirler #baton #boots #cowboys #photography #film #color #35mm #1970s
I miss lulu
I like poetry again
I save you
the last slice
of my orange
I know
we will need
to eat more soon
look at how my worlds
want your worlds
look at our worlds
wanting other worlds
porous the mist we
love by— Rosie Stockton, from “Permanent Volta,” Permanent Volta
“Always keep mint on your windowsill in August, to ensure that buzzing flies will stay outside, where they belong. Don’t think the summer is over, even when roses droop and turn brown and the stars shift position in the sky. Never presume August is a safe or reliable time of the year. It is the season of reversals, when the birds no longer sing in the morning and the evenings are made up of equal parts golden light and black clouds. The rock-solid and the tenuous can easily exchange places until everything you know can be questioned and put into doubt.”— Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic (via shitiunderline)
Sunflower, Edward Steichen, 1920–22, printed later, Saint Louis Art Museum: Prints, Drawings and Photographs