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these are things that I could not tell you;
things that remind me of you when I want nothing more than to forget;
things that have gone wrong;
things that have gone right;
things that will never happen;
things that are your fault,
my fault,
the faults of no one;
these are things that we did not do and will not let go of

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  • 18 Jul
    22:27 pm
    Useless to think you’ll park and capture it
    More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
    A hurry through which known and strange things pass
    As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
    And catch the heart off guard and blow it open."
    Poetry 365: Postscript, Seamus Heaney 
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  • 22:26 pm
    For a moment everything will be all right. You’re back
    at a beginning."
    Poetry 365: Directions, Joseph Stroud (for 7/9) 
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  • 21:35 pm
    She kissed me…and she tasted like New York. She tasted like coffee and bacon, and she tasted like longing and rain on the hot sidewalk."
    Quickies in New York: Tired of Seagulls 
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  • 17 Jul
    00:41 am
    bikepornftw:


strangelybeautifulthings:

By Chris Anthony (via Acidolatte)
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    bikepornftw:

    strangelybeautifulthings:

    By Chris Anthony (via Acidolatte)

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  • 00:24 am
    syntheticpubes:

by megansuzanne

I don’t know. It feels somehow accurate.
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    syntheticpubes:

    by megansuzanne

    I don’t know. It feels somehow accurate.

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  • 00:24 am
    dancers in Central Park.
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    dancers in Central Park.

    • #pic pick
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  • 15 Jul
    23:18 pm

    2. from Some Walks with You, John Hollander

    poetry365:

    Lying in love and feigning worse (we love to know
    That show of pain consumed it and non was left to feel)
    For so long we had made up dozens of excuses
    —Excuses for making up excuses they were—out
    Of the stuff of love. Ah, but even saying it makes
    The heart sink: what do we make things out of—need? desire
    To have, to make? Or rather our of whole cloth? or yet
    Of tattier fabric of vision and oversight,
    Undersong humming along with it all, Gretchen’s wheel
    Spinning its own disco music? This can go on and
    On, but what of candor now, of truth? We must reflect
    On this obscurity with a bright, open face, not
    Foolish, and musingly look at the dark and light up.

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  • 11 Jul
    21:16 pm

    ATTN: ARTISTS

    align:

    Please consider submitting/donating work to the Art for Oil fundraiser show. The situation in the Gulf is getting worse and more damaging by the day, and there are so many great organizations working towards cleaning up the mess who need (and deserve) all the help they can get.

    Can’t contribute? Consider reblogging or sending the above link to your artsy-friends!

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  • 29 Jun
    22:48 pm
    You simply go out and shut the door
    without thinking. And when you look back
    at what you’ve done
    it’s too late. If this sounds
    like the story of life, okay."
    Poetry 365: Locking Yourself Out, Then Trying to Get Back In, Raymond Carver 
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  • 28 Jun
    00:34 am
    My blog just turned 2! I knew I had started it sometime in the summer but couldn’t remember the actual date. My content sure has changed a lot over the past two years!

    My blog just turned 2! I knew I had started it sometime in the summer but couldn’t remember the actual date. My content sure has changed a lot over the past two years!

    • #Blog Birthday
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