rexalexander:

Marnie is the best thing on Instagram

OH MY GOODNESS CHRIST PEE

this made my day



It’s a lie that poetry is only read by or “speaks to” people in the universities or elite intellectual circles; in many such places, poetry barely speaks at all.

Poems are written and absorbed, silently and aloud, in prisons, in prairie kitchens, urban basement workshops, branch libraries, battered women’s shelters, homeless shelters, offices, a public hospital for disabled people, an HIV support group. A poet can be born in a house with empty bookshelves. Sooner or later, s/he will need books.

Adrienne Rich, What Is Found There: Notebooks on Poetry and Politics, 1994. (via insufficientmind)

mmhm



rubyetc:

ohvuck:

Emotional Variety

Go follow my sister’s blog she is drawing too!

me now everyday maybe just today maybe also tomorrow

rubyetc:

ohvuck:

Emotional Variety

Go follow my sister’s blog she is drawing too!

me now everyday maybe just today maybe also tomorrow

(Source: ohvuck)



(Source: visual-poetry)



i’m sorry but i’m not ashamed to like shitty pop music

how the fuck am i supposed to dance around my room to bon iver 

yes

(Source: fourevers)




bewareofmpreg:

mirror mirror



WHAT A GOOD IDEA

WHAT A GOOD IDEA




foregather:

Anthony Cudahy

lovin



hello

hello

(Source: rorosii)



nevver:

Bukowski

nevver:

Bukowski