I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do and as they have to do.

Gertrude Stein, from Selected Writings of Gertrude Stein (Random House, 1946)

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Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside.

We must not allow other people’s limited perceptions to define us.

Virginia Satir (via abstractnumbers)

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Bedroom light


#light  #bedroom  #male  #female  #sleep  #bed  #blankets  #feet  

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Some days I am a machine gun
of apologies and gratitude,

an automatic weapon of regret
and sincerity and when the smoke 

clears in the firing range
of our kitchen, your ears

ringing with vows
that it will never happen

again, I am the sound
of a hammer chattering

against the hollow
chamber of my promise.

I am every calibered casing
marked I’m sorry, forgive me,

I didn’t mean it.
Every brass thimble

of thank you and thank you 
and thank you, scattered

on the tile floor where we hold
each other, swear nothing

has changed, and kiss
cartridges into the empty

magazines of our mouths.

Nathan Landau
Rattle 43

Some quick photos I took of Ms. April when she was in town

Doing a mock press release of “Oedipus Rex” for my design class. The two poster concepts as photos. 

February 19th, 2014

Only 3 more months in this apartment. I love it so much. I’ll miss it’s abundance of natural soft lighting. 


How To Grow Your Backbone

Take a seam ripper
to the hem
of your silence.

Exhale firestorm.
Fever enough
to thaw the blizzard
between the hook
& eye of your bra.

Unchain those tornadoes
you’re hoarding in all
of your buttonholes.

Unbraid that cinch
around your waist.

If you’re sucking it in,
you can’t brace yourself
for the punch.

Amanda Oaks

Had a fun time running around on a photo adventure with Nicco. Don’t do it as often as I should. 

January 11th, 2014

"Domestic Violence," by Eavan Boland ›



It was winter, lunar, wet. At dusk
Pewter seedlings became moonlight orphans.
Pleased to meet you meat to please you
said the butcher’s sign in the window in the village.

Everything changed the year that we got married.
And after that we moved out to the suburbs.
How young we were, how…

Anyone who takes the time to be kind is beautiful.

Richelle E. Goodrich   (via loav)

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Time away was a galaxy.
Tell me, how do bodies
fade gray and hazy?

How our beds became 
unfamiliar, as much as
parceled dust between stars?

Make it all up—but make it up so truly that later it will happen that way.

Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via apoetreflects)

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I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.

Katie Kacvinsky, First Comes Love
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