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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:19:11 -0700

So I went on a walk…

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 18:06:15 -0700

So I went on a walk…

Like I just need someone to be in the same level of absurd appreciation for Jaws as I am.

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 17:40:20 -0700

Like I just need someone to be in the same level of absurd appreciation for Jaws as I am.

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Sun, 09 Jun 2013 13:27:55 -0700

FEIST | The Bad In Each Other

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 22:05:00 -0700

FEIST | The Bad In Each Other

"The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea."

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 07:17:00 -0700

“The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.”

- Isak Dinesen (x )

x: PIerre Carreau - From the series Multiwave and...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 07:10:38 -0700

x: PIerre Carreau - From the series Multiwave and Macrowave (2013) - Photographs the artist describes as “liquid sculptures”

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Thu, 06 Jun 2013 07:00:52 -0700

BRACES ARE GONE AND MY MOUTH FEELS LIKE GLASS

Wed, 05 Jun 2013 15:21:39 -0700

BRACES ARE GONE AND MY MOUTH FEELS LIKE GLASS

"Make love to me in Spanish. Not with that other tongue. I want you juntito a mi, tender like the..."

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 19:56:18 -0700

“

Make love to me in Spanish.
Not with that other tongue.
I want you juntito a mi,
tender like the language
crooned to babies.
I want to be that
lullabied, mi bien
querido, that loved.

I want you inside
the mouth of my heart,
inside the harp of my wrists,
the sweet meat of the mango,
in the gold that dangles
from my ears and neck.

Say my name. Say it.
The way it’s supposed to be said.
I want to know that I knew you
even before I knew you.

”

- Dulzura, Sandra Cisneros (x)

x: MAJOR LAZER | Jessica (ft. Ezra Koenig)

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 11:13:58 -0700

x: MAJOR LAZER | Jessica (ft. Ezra Koenig)

beaconchills: shoulders SLEEPY HEAD

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 23:26:20 -0700

beaconchills:

shoulders

SLEEPY HEAD

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Mon, 03 Jun 2013 23:21:31 -0700

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Mon, 03 Jun 2013 09:22:02 -0700

BEACH HOUSE | Other People

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 07:28:19 -0700

BEACH HOUSE | Other People

x: Donner Pass, Tommy Nease - 2011

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 06:56:07 -0700

x: Donner Pass, Tommy Nease - 2011

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Sun, 02 Jun 2013 06:50:17 -0700

"Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors..."

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 06:48:40 -0700

“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…”

- Sylvia Plath (x)

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Sun, 02 Jun 2013 06:48:16 -0700

"warm philadelphia night. blue bruise across the sky. groceries in hand. i dreamt last night of..."

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 06:46:00 -0700

“warm philadelphia night. blue bruise across the sky. groceries in hand. i dreamt last night of honey. my grandmother called me into a dream, like she used to call me into a room. she gave me honey. honey for you. you, who will not talk. who will not swallow the news. who will not let anything near your throat. but, i can find you. i can find you even when you are there, in morroco. even when you have flown through your eyes but not your body. when you are holding me, and i am practicing being limp with restraint, because i am really holding you. when you refuse to change back from water and want to fill our whole house with the sebou. i know, my sweet. we have talked about her the entire length of our love. she was in your eyes the day i met you. remember, you and i. on the floor, you teaching me of how she eats. three fingers on the right hand only. i have worn her clothes. ate her language from your mouth. and i knew, i knew when the phone calls came, and the tv started shrieking, and our house turned into weather, i knew this would break some of our bones. but my love, it is drinking us down to our teeth. i can not see you anymore. your smile, your legs, your heat, is lonely. the honey, grandmother said, is for your blood. it is to bring you back. but, she said, i must first ask ‘if’ you want to come back. and though ‘if’ is a razor to my neck, i must be brave, i must know. so i am not asking ‘when’ you will come back. because, i can take it, the swimming in your body, the lostness you like, your appetite for doors. i am not asking when. ‘when’ is not something you ask someone when the body of their aunt can not be found. i am asking ‘if’. because i am here. dangling from your left ring finger, ringing oceans out of my skin, and coming home every night. i know, she is the love you are, the land you are made of, and she is hemmoraging. war is eating her heart. but, you are losing yours too, my love.”

- Nayyirah Waheed, “what the w ar has done to us”