Posted 17 hours ago

joolabird:

This feeling, I don’t want to lose it. So I’m hiding the sun in my center, so she can keep me warm when I come home. I’m taking this girl back with me. More alive than she’s felt in a while.

Posted 1 day ago

'Paterfamilias' by Ravyn LaRue

ravyn-larue-s-poetry:

You’re more paternal than my dad.

It’s kind of a scary thought.

Knowing how cruel a loved one can be-

Then coming to school and seeing the kindness of a supposed stranger.

It’s terrifying, really, that I would tell you so many things I would never tell my father.

You have pride in me, and that is an honor.

He might have a smidgeon in the bottom of his heart, but it lies dormant.

From the first time I sang he claimed I couldn’t.

You gave me opportunities that have changed my life.

It isn’t merely black and white, and this is odd in itself.

But you helped me and gave me the support I needed in a time of darkness.

That really means the world to me.

Posted 2 days ago

'Blue' by Ravyn LaRue

ravyn-larue-s-poetry:

Blue, baby, I’m sorry I killed you.
I was young and stupid and didn’t value life.
Just out back, I was stomping on ant-hills, failing to comprehend the damage I caused.
You were different, I loved you so.
I had all but forgotten until the picture I saw of the most beautiful fish, Frusciante.
Such a pretty thing, as were you.
I danced for you without knowing it, in the melancholy waves of song.
And it’s beating, look it’s still beating, though your heart stopped long ago.
I’d make it up, but I cannot.
Humans are just awful.

Posted 3 days ago

'Mirror' by Ravyn LaRue

ravyn-larue-s-poetry:

My legs are like tree-trunks, and I like them that way.
My hair is obnoxious, but I’ll cope.
I like my eyes, deep blue like the sea, though they disappear when I laugh.
My hands are small and don’t fit into gloves, but they are soft when they are held with care.
My breasts are mutilated and disproportionately little, yet I like them nevertheless.
I am beautiful, of course, and I’m glad of my existence in this stout little body of mine.
I am who I am and I shall never change for anyone else in this world.
For, I am me and it is I who decides what I should look like and be.
I’m proud of myself for this epiphany of adoration and embrace of the self that I am.

Posted 4 days ago

'The Pawn Shop' by Ravyn LaRue

ravyn-larue-s-poetry:

Last night I dreamed I was at the mall

In a pawn shop, buying back our belongings

It was a pathetic sight, even I knew that, at the time.

To be so poor that I longed for old menial things.

A backpack, your shirt and a hat.

I think it was Grandaddy’s, at least that was justified.

I spent money I had saved so valiantly on things that should have stayed ours.

And the man said when I called him out,

"So sweet that you miss your mom so much, you would do something so droll."

This must mean something, but it really doesn’t matter.

Posted 5 days ago

'Hey Sweetheart, Where You Been?' by Ravyn LaRue

ravyn-larue-s-poetry:

Rebirth in the petals

Waking up

Last night’s makeup, smeared from crying

I could never wash it off

A sign tattooed on my wrist

A spiritual thing

No voice lost

No bloodshot eyes

Merely an embrace of beauty and a newly vivacious spirit

This is a wondrous feeling

It should happen more often

It gives me the courage to pluck up and address my future

An awakening-

It’s lovely!

Posted 6 days ago
Posted 1 week ago

donniedupre:

heedra:

we all have that character that makes us want to climb on top of a roof in a public location and whip out a megaphone and clear our throats dramatically and announce “hello citizens today is a good day and I am here to tell you about a FANTASTIC fictional dork”.

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Posted 1 week ago

ravynlarue:

There was so much love in that moment! <3 <3 <3

Posted 1 week ago

Shuffle poetry- writing to a shuffled playlist.

joolabird:

I urge you to listen to these songs as you read, maybe.

Megan // My Autumn Empire

Like the kind of running you do,
in a grey day
Sky high up and hues of the wheat
And grass
Growing as the only bright colors
Winter, running
Hair slipping out if a hair tie
And the footwork making you forward
And back
To both run and wait up for a friend.

Kala // Yann Tiersen

And the song switches-
A night cafe
Music making heat and flames
A dim roar,
Emanating your legs long after his
Jeans
Have leaned and left-
Against yours.

In a Notebook // Goldmund

And now your kinds of tired,
Fatigued-
Twenty three.
And she,
White sheets
Slipping new arms into a onesie,
Fastening clasps,
And feeling warm breath
Beg life back into a heart
That always hoped
She could fathom a new moth as
Lovely as this one.
The most beautiful poem,
She thinks she’s ever written.

Anything you Synthesize // The American dollar

Sheets,
You’re wearing a sheet, ghost to me
You live in a sheet, home to me
20 minutes-
Sleepless.

Posted 1 week ago

johnlockedness:

imlockedinthetardis:

Benedict Cumberbatch & Martin Freeman 2/2

I think Martin means

All the women just switched on.

(Source: pathogin)

Posted 1 week ago
atomic-cherry-bomb:


Andy Warhol’s Velvet Underground featuring Nico


✪

atomic-cherry-bomb:

Andy Warhol’s Velvet Underground featuring Nico

(Source: song-for-bob-dylan)

Posted 1 week ago
ultrafacts:

Throughout the entire Twilight saga, there are over 24 minutes of just staring.
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ultrafacts:

Throughout the entire Twilight saga, there are over 24 minutes of just staring.

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(Source: ultrafacts)

Posted 1 week ago

teeveedinner:

dolleyesny:

The Doll Eyes Valentine Hearts presentation 2/14/14

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Posted 1 week ago

funny-pictures-uk:

Best business card ever.