May 2013
14 posts
“bees, my
skin smells
of sun, the
insides of
roses. I want
to eat that...”
– Lyn Lifshin, Honeysuckle (via milktree)
April 2013
35 posts
Variable Vintage Vagabond: Cut →
figleafedition:
We have our fates
carved into the back of our necks
just before we step off the assembly line
and down onto Earth We will spend the rest of our lives
feeling that tingle
right behind our heads in the middle, in between
of our hearts and our minds and scrub and scrub and scrub
trying to…
“Let her remain where she is. A constellation away.”
– Eric Gamalinda, My Sad Republic (via perfect)
“People empty me. I have to get away to refill.”
– Charles Bukowski (via perfect)
