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I need this in my life.

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petalpunches:

stupido-ragazzo:

Are you fucking kidding me?

holy shit this is the most beautiful person i’ve seen in my life

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Get out.

Get out.

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I am from the oak tree I’ve never seen,
The one that stands thick and tall,
Who’s roots my toes know
And grip around the thick earth.
I am from the summer days of too-big t-shirts,
The toughness of a little girl lost,
The tendrils of hair seeping out from their bindings
Along the curve of a delicate, straining neck.
I come from the grass,
I can taste the rain, the drips the drops, splattering against the window,
The concrete
The leaves.
I can feel the smell of summer wrapping itself around my skin
And the bead of sweat
That drips
Down the back
Of my leg.

I come from love.
From protest songs on the radio.
The sun roof.
The rage.
I come from the hole in the wall from my fist
And the way my father still holds me when I cry,
Even though I’m too big,
Even though I gasp, wheeze
And the chasm of my mouth fills with thick spit that connects my
Teeth.
And I come from embraces,
The quiet distance, unspoken retribution,
Forgiveness.
And the seams that refill with warmth.

I come from tea, milk and honey.
From the sound of vinyl static.
From paisleys.
And the color green.
I come from a room painted like fresh lettuce
And the fervent urge, rarely denied, after a shower to scurry into bed,
Towel thrown off like leaves from egregious branches tossing their loot to the gutters
And let the comforters graze my skin
As I make a cocoon
And bury myself beneath the billowing blankets.

I come from that barefooted child,
From Richard and Elizabeth, like they used to make us write,
That stagnant “About Me” pseudo-poetry,
From Baby Spice and Mortal Kombat,
Radiohead and waxing philosophic,
Vonnegut and prescription pills,
But most importantly,
Yes, perhaps the most importantly of all
(And this is serious, so listen:)
I come from the feeling
Of the wisdom,
Strength
And stability
Of the oak tree I’ve never seen.

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This looks lovely.

This looks lovely.

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fuckyeahvintage-retro:

The Age of Adolescence.

Chicago, 1959-64 © Joseph Sterling

"Stopping By The Woods on a Snowy Evening" is how I feel about fighting depression.

"But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.”

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blueberrygingerhead:

You can’t forget Bobs Burgers

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skeleton-warrior:

#send me your address so i can visit you and explain my passions


Russell Crowe: certified badass.
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Excuse me, please tag your porn.

Excuse me, please tag your porn.

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