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haglet, 27


oh i passed my fucking driving test!!!! i can drive!!!!

havingapoemwithyou:

Listen Barbara Crooker  I want to tell you something. This morning is bright after all the steady rain, and every iris, peony, rose, opens its mouth, rejoicing. I want to say, wake up, open your eyes, there’s a snow-covered road ahead, a field of blankness, a sheet of paper, an empty screen. Even the smallest insects are singing, vibrating their entire bodies, tiny violins of longing and desire. We were made for song. I can’t tell you what prayer is, but I can take the breath of the meadow into my mouth, and I can release it for the leaves’ green need. I want to tell you your life is a blue coal, a slice of orange in the mouth, cut hay in the nostrils. The cardinals’ red song dances in your blood. Look, every month the moon blossoms into a peony, then shrinks to a sliver of garlic. And then it blooms again.ALT

Listen by Barbara Crooker

suffraebb:

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delivermetoevil:
“ The Howling (Joe Dante, 1980)
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delivermetoevil:

The Howling (Joe Dante, 1980)

i hope this email finds you rolling in agony

medeae:
“Anne Carson, ‘Wildly Constant’, London Review of Books
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medeae:

Anne Carson, ‘Wildly Constant’, London Review of Books

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i’ve made this chocolate buttermilk cake every monday for the past 3 weeks. so easy and so good!

seaswells:

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oneleggedflamingo:
“04.01-23
These colors. :3
- Vivera Rossi
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oneleggedflamingo:

04.01-23

These colors. :3

- Vivera Rossi