Dream on Little Dreamer

seagrxms:
“(-)
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memoryslandscape:

Why should it all
Be lost?
Why should time
Take away
That day by the river?
[…]
Surely, to bring back
That single scene
In all its glory
Wouldn’t harm
The order of things.
If only in the words
Of a song or poem.
If only for a moment,
Restoring that moment.
Gregory Orr, from “Why should it all,” Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved (Copper Canyon Press, 2012)

(via words-and-coffee)

"Women like me do not fall gracefully,
we stumble over our spines, trip over
our vowels, and collapse into your arms.

Our hearts are open books,
Russian novels containing fifty pages
on the way your voice drifts across
the telephone wires each night.
Our hearts are first drafts,
unedited verses about each and every
person we have ever loved: the stranger
on the subway, the girl who gave us a balloon,
the boy who stole our virginity
but not our heart.

Women like me will love you from a distance
of a thousand syllables while laying in your bed,
we will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible,
and when we leave you will finally understand
why storms are named after people."

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M.K. Wilde, Katrina
(via words-and-coffee)

seagrxms:
“seagrxms:
“-
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we-are-all-one-tribe:
“ Our humble abode 🌞🌜🌸🍄
”

seagrxms:
“basement:
“()
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seagrxms:
“honours:
“//
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botanize:
“ Me currently
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sixpenceee:
“This is a carved water melon.
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