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"He is exactly the poem I wanted to write." - Mary Oliver, excerpt from “White Heron Rises Over Blackwater” (via howsey)

(Source: larmoyante)


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"

Flannel shirt on the subway,
I love you.
Bodyguard arms, hands
clasped below the bellybutton.
Who are you protecting?

From across the train, I love you.
And maybe I can’t remember your
face, but I remember your clothes.

I remember the girl waiting for
you at the station and how your
body uncoiled at the sight of her.

I remember the slouch of your back once she touched you.


From the other end of Brooklyn,
I love you. Could have loved you.

Not as a stranger on the train,
not as a pair of eyes looking
too long, blinking.

Heart beating too fast
and screaming
not mine not mine not mine.


In another world, I am the dream on
the platform, one foot on the yellow
line, waiting for your walk.

I kiss the rigid out of you.

I take your name out from under
my tongue and hand it to you.

"
- Caitlyn Siehl, Subway (via howsey)
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silver-couture:






the starry sky on the himalayas

CLICK ON THE PIC BRO

So amazing

Holy

Def click da pic

HOLY SHIT
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"I never understood desire until I felt your hands around my throat." - Michael Faudet  (via langleav)
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nativethoughts:

Golconde.