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You see, I live in this city but I belong in a field.

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I love to sleep around
in foreign rooms
with foreign women
and hear the rain on the roof
and hear the banana plants scraping the gutter
and hear the pipes gurgling
and a radio clicking on in the next room.

I love to hear a woman
start to moan in a foreign tongue.

I love foreign-ness:
each room more foreign than the next,
each woman more foreign than the next,
the tiger’s growl in the courtyard under the moon.

I love when I’m in love
with someone,

and hear all this

alone in the dark.

Henrik Nordbrandt, "Sleeping Around," trans. Patrick Phillips, from The American Poetry Review (Vo. 39, No. 4, July/August 2010)

hollybridget:

Tell Them I Don’t Exist Anymore by Pat Perry, 2012.Pen.

hollybridget:

Tell Them I Don’t Exist Anymore by Pat Perry, 2012.
Pen.

Source: mythme

There is a place where
even music is no longer
necessary
where I
am always
high

Where words are before somebody utters them
where leaves are before there are leaves
and where these friends
who never leave me
come from …

I will come to you memory shining

Franz Wright, from “Kindness,” in God’s Silence: Poem (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006)

YES FROGS ARE ANGRY

cogitoergoblog:

i THINK I HAVE DECIDED TO GROW OUT MY BANGS.

Taking selfies instead of responsibility

Taking selfies instead of responsibility

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cogitoergoblog:

Me, today, re: all things work-related

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figarobot:

if you put your sunglasses and your peanut butter m&ms in a purse and forget about ‘em, what you’ll get back is angry texts and FASHION

figarobot:

if you put your sunglasses and your peanut butter m&ms in a purse and forget about ‘em, what you’ll get back is angry texts and FASHION

That one night, you made everything alright.

That one night, you made everything alright.

Tagged: makeoutseshsboysfriendswithbenefits

 

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