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"give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue...."

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:06:25 -0400

“give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.”

- Warsan Shire (via 213314)

quote-book: Lisa Congdon

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:04:58 -0400

quote-book:

Lisa Congdon

puffymind: I never make the same mistake twice. I make it five or six times, just to be sure.

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:19:46 -0400

puffymind:

I never make the same mistake twice. I make it five or six times, just to be sure.

LIFE HACK

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:19:11 -0400

asap-tran:

really-shit:

If your phone gets wet, try putting it in a bag of dry rice. At night, the rice will attract Asians who will fix your electronics for you.

fuck

sirdoctorandhisrose: synchronoise-ity: Calling it now Chef Ramsey is going to be the 12th...

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:18:56 -0400

sirdoctorandhisrose:

synchronoise-ity:

Calling it now Chef Ramsey is going to be the 12th Doctor

“get in the fucking tardis GOD”

“this planet is disgusting; bland, wet. it’s embarrassing”

doctor, where are we?

“in the shit.”

Photo

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:18:09 -0400

softerworld: A Softer World: 971 (Now, if you’ll excuse me, I...

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:16:49 -0400

softerworld:

A Softer World: 971

(Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to lie down again.)

buy this print

"It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside..."

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:05:27 -0400

“It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.”

- Haruki Murakami (via hellanne)

"1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It..."

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:04:45 -0400

“

1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

…

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a girl that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

”

- daily reminders. (via beatboxgoesthump)

istillshootfilm: Film photo sumbission by: Reece Sisto Canon...

Tue, 14 May 2013 14:43:42 -0400

istillshootfilm:

Film photo sumbission by: Reece Sisto

Canon FTb 35mm Fujifilm 400 speed

Kennebunkport, Maine

Benedict Smith: A Haiku For Every Girl I've Ever Slept With

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:30:55 -0400

Benedict Smith: A Haiku For Every Girl I've Ever Slept With:

benedictsmith:

1. The haiku form is

of an appropriate length

to describe this fuck

—

2. When I handcuffed you

It was so insanely hot

I came in my jeans

—

3. We used to have sex

So we didn’t have to talk

Now we do neither

—

4. We had a threesome

You, me and my depression

Depression fucks hard

—

Writings for Winter: the serial dater of poets

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:56:15 -0400

Writings for Winter: the serial dater of poets:

writingsforwinter:

I have to stop myself from thinking of poets as people

who are easily fuckable. Two weeks ago I woke up

at 4:30 AM after dreaming about the man I love having

a wet dream about me dreaming about him;

see, I don’t remember how to hook up with boys from bars

without feeding them pickup lines…

ph0king: OMFG

Mon, 13 May 2013 19:09:10 -0400

ph0king:

OMFG

Photo

Mon, 13 May 2013 19:04:09 -0400

bryarly: “I’m sad.” “OK. I’ll lick you until you’re not...

Mon, 13 May 2013 18:58:59 -0400

bryarly:

“I’m sad.”

“OK. I’ll lick you until you’re not sad.”

“…OK.”

i-think-its-tea-time: robotsquid: thearmouredbear: aiglet12: ...

Mon, 13 May 2013 18:57:52 -0400

i-think-its-tea-time:

robotsquid:

thearmouredbear:

aiglet12:

geardrops:

intergalacticju:

fecklessminds:

The Hälssen & Lyon tea calendar features calendar days made from tea leaves.

I would not mind giving this a try.

Tears formed in my eyes just thinking about this.

This is neat!

SCREECH

NEED

Can I please have this

"I used to be gold. First prize collarbones, atomic number 79. I think of our bodies..."

Mon, 13 May 2013 18:52:05 -0400

“

I used to be gold. First prize
collarbones, atomic number
79.

I think of our bodies unhinging.
Dismantling a masterpiece we
worked so hard to build with
creased hands. A workshop of
cracking spines to straighten out
the way we would slouch.

Maintenance was: drilling openings
inside each others joints, stitching
ligaments, embroidering our hopes
beneath surfaces in cryptic codes
unseen.

When I arrived I was sun. Already
sweltering inside your pores,
glazing skin in honey residue.
My promises rinsed over in drizzling
rain, marinating your bones, flooding,
breaking into the current network
of your nerves.

Often, all I have are promises.

It starts with a loud rumbling noise
from the inside out, a vicious clap of
thunder rendering breathing patterns
defenceless. An expansion of pressure
that is too close for comfort.

When I think of slipped disks,
they remind me of those stepping stones
we crossed towards the Colosseum
we had in our minds.

We hung expectations from our shoulders.

Self depreciation is a gale force wind
who knocks once, twice, strikes fragility
down with her fury—ungluing the grip
beneath my feet, begging that I get familiar
with my knees.

She says, “You’re going to have to look at
them up close if you want to learn how to assess damage.”

When I unzipped my ribcage I saw those
impressions that you’d left on my heart,
ransacked awareness told me you’d been
here, moulding yourself between my
ventricles.

Last night I set a fire,
and watched as it burn the end
of the rope that I’d been holding
to keep you
close.

”

- Lauren Flynn, “I used to be gold.” (via commovente)

forestfeast: I’m not really much of a forager, but Miner’s...

Mon, 13 May 2013 18:50:33 -0400

forestfeast:

I’m not really much of a forager, but Miner’s Lettuce is one thing I know well! Growing up in Sonoma County, my mom used to pick it near our house and put it in salads. It’s growing everywhere near our cabin in the woods this Spring, so I couldn’t resist making a salad with it. (I even saw a big patch of it growing in a park in San Francisco recently!) If you don’t have it near you, just substitute baby spinach for this salad.

De-stem the lettuce and wash lightly. Sautee´ a handful of chopped dried figs with 2 diced shallots in a dab of butter for a few minutes until the shallots are golden and a bit translucent. In your palm, form little patties of goat cheese (chevre), then dip each side into breadcrumbs. Fry them in that already buttery pan (adding a bit of olive oil) until crispy and brown. Then top your greens with the goat cheese medallions and the fig mixture, plus a bit of your favorite vinaigrette. Spring in a bite!

By Erin Gleeson for The Forest Feast

therealkatiewest: This masterpiece is copyright @swinterstein...

Mon, 13 May 2013 18:45:51 -0400

therealkatiewest:

This masterpiece is copyright @swinterstein who created it while sick in bed and texting @bfo_. It is so amazing that I had to post it so more people could see it. @swinterstein is kind of amazing, right?

food52: A party to comfort and to celebrate. Read more: Steak...

Mon, 13 May 2013 18:44:51 -0400

food52:

A party to comfort and to celebrate.

Read more: Steak and Potatoes, for a Special Occasion on Food52