Now, I’m just one walker that’s stood way up and looked way down across plenty o’ sights in all their veiled and nakedest seasons. Sighting it, hearing it, seeing and feeling and breathing it in. Sucking down on it. Rubbing it all in the pores of my skin, and the wind between my eyes knocking honey in my comb.


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nevver:

Understanding Poetry

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Apr 6, 2014
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gaptoothbitch:

GIVENCHY HC SS 2006

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GIVENCHY HC SS 2006

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Mar 31, 2014
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Mar 25, 2014
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birdwings:

Del Toro x Edie Parker, bye

birdwings:

Del Toro x Edie Parker, bye

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Mar 23, 2014
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nedhepburn:

Prada, Marfa. 

nedhepburn:

Prada, Marfa. 

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Mar 23, 2014
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bienenkiste:

Elodie Antoine, 2003

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Elodie Antoine, 2003

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Mar 23, 2014
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King Krule and a cloud cover in Baltimore.
Last year, on the fifth day of spring, I wrote:
The fog today makes a ghost of every building. The city sees all with its thousand-eyed mist. They say another man has thrown himself onto the train tracks. It was spectacular, the way he tossed his body over the shrieking platform and stood watching while it bloodied and fractured below. My roommate makes maps connecting jungle beats to house and fills the kitchen with weird, wet music. He seems not to recognize people, only objects for their purpose, like jars for water or doors for opening. When I walk I think about who I am in relation to smoking. I remember the hem of my dress damp from the ocean and the kernels of sand on my hip as I raced you—how surprising it is when one body pulls away from another, how elegantly it trues your thinking of the world; in that way I love my honest failures. I reached the lighthouse and found a seal with an open chest. It was crawling with flies, and I laughed before I was horrified. Happiness is a necessarily brief emotion, but joy is slow and everlasting. I used to be scared, but now things are easy. I am obligated to the future. Everything is easy.

King Krule and a cloud cover in Baltimore.

Last year, on the fifth day of spring, I wrote:

The fog today makes a ghost of every building. The city sees all with its thousand-eyed mist. They say another man has thrown himself onto the train tracks. It was spectacular, the way he tossed his body over the shrieking platform and stood watching while it bloodied and fractured below. My roommate makes maps connecting jungle beats to house and fills the kitchen with weird, wet music. He seems not to recognize people, only objects for their purpose, like jars for water or doors for opening. When I walk I think about who I am in relation to smoking. I remember the hem of my dress damp from the ocean and the kernels of sand on my hip as I raced you—how surprising it is when one body pulls away from another, how elegantly it trues your thinking of the world; in that way I love my honest failures. I reached the lighthouse and found a seal with an open chest. It was crawling with flies, and I laughed before I was horrified. Happiness is a necessarily brief emotion, but joy is slow and everlasting. I used to be scared, but now things are easy. I am obligated to the future. Everything is easy.

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Mar 18, 2014
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This is a boys’ choir MEOWING. You’re welcome.

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Mar 16, 2014
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Mar 7, 2014
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Matt Waples

Matt Waples

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Mar 7, 2014
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Bully who outed Duke porn star has his porn preferences publicized »

Mike Kulich, CEO of Monarchy Distribution, offers Thomas Bagley (Duke freshman, frat boy, and all-around douchebag) $10,000 and an all-expenses-paid trip to LA to perform with any starlet from FacialAbuse.com: “ALSO, for every inch you are packing over 4, I will throw in an EXTRA $1,000. Get your tiny pecker out here and become the next Ron Jeremy kiddo!” Perfect.

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Feb 28, 2014
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I never studied with Conroy, but he taught me one lesson I still remember. I was featured in Interview magazine that year as an emerging poet, and I showed him the page, with my face, huge, and my poem, tiny, almost hidden in my short hair. He smiled, congratulated me, and then said, “You succeed, you celebrate, you stop writing. You don’t succeed, you despair, you stop writing. Just keep writing. Don’t let your success or failure stop you. Just keep writing.”

— Alexander Chee, “My Parade

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Feb 11, 2014
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aubreylstallard:

Elise Mesner

aubreylstallard:

Elise Mesner

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