August 2012
July 2012
You’ll run out of dope or liquor and realize that it was all you ever had in...
– David Sedaris (via cityyandcolour)
Mother I need mother I need mother I need your blackness now as the august earth needs rain. I am the sun and moon and forever hungry the sharpened edge where day and night shall meet and not be one. — audre lorde, from the house of iemanjá.
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Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size,...
– Sufjan Stevens (via leukocytes)
a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where...
– e.e. cummings (via kynlegur)
I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any...
– Charles Bukowski (via blua)