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"We are seeking your support in raising $3,000 in the next 24-hours for a pregnant 10 - year old living in a homeless shelter. She was unaware she was pregnant until the 2nd trimester and now must travel…
You want to know what it was like?
It was like my whole life had a fever.
Whole acres of me were on fire.
The sun talked dirty in my ear all night.
I couldn’t drive past a wheatfield without doing it violence.
I couldn’t even look at a bridge.
I used to go out in the brush sometimes,
So far out there no one could hear me,
And just burn.
I felt all right then.
I couldn’t hurt anyone else.
I was just a pillar of fire.
It wasn’t the burning so much as the loneliness.
It wasn’t the loneliness so much as the fear of being alone.
Christ look at you pouring from the rocks.
You’re so cold you’re boiling over.
You’ve got stars in your hair.
I don’t want to be around you.
I don’t want to drink you in.
I want to walk into the heart of you
And never walk back out. — Nico Alvarado
”Tim Riggins Speaks of Waterfalls” (via sashayed)
(Source: typicrobots, via sashayed)
April 21, 2014: What Remains, Ellery Akers -
Years ago, one night when I was sad, I asked for a sign;
I’ve forgotten why.
All I remember now
is that two deer stepped onto the beach below:
their hooves clinked when they crossed the shale,
and when they walked up the beach,
their hoof prints filled with seawater.
One eye squeezed like a bag phone between shoulder & ear.
Another eye stuck in a paper towel tube like it’s a telescope
& the whole country sky is as recyclable & sparse as the goatee
I couldn’t grow when I wanted one most. In other words, I’m
back in Indiana & things are looking up. — From “Astronomy of Fishes and Emily Dickinson (1986)” by Adrian Matejka. National Poetry Month Day 19! (via therumpus)
(Source: therumpus.net, via therumpus)
A fuck seed sowed, to glutton vie, to salt my fields, and madden me.
The words thou spake, to tempt your luck, ne’er ox to plow, or give a fuck.
(Source: mad-inked-gypsy, via heirtotheholyringsofbetazed)
Anonymous asked: is that actually true or are you making shit up
think about it this way: can you imagine a human being actually spending their time making trance music? of course not. it’s computer.
it’s crazy that no one ever talks about that computer in an empty house in germany that’s been quietly generating the world’s supply of trance music since 1994
Spring 2014. Never forget.
SEVEN YOUNG LADIES STAND BEFORE ME … BUT I ONLY HAVE SIX PHOTOS IN MY HANDS.
AND THESE PHOTOS … REPRESENT THE GIRLS … WHO ARE STILL IN THE RUNNING TOWARD BECOMING … AMERICA’S NEXT TOP MODEL.
I’M KIDDING, OBVIOUSLY. NONE OF YOU ARE TALL ENOUGH FOR RUNWAY WORK, PLUS I DON’T HAVE HANDS. NOW GET OUT OF HERE AND GO PLAY IN THE YARD. I NEED TO TAKE A LITTLE NAP.