“There’s a sonnet in each of my grandma’s old lipsticks, and all the coats that my aunt wears.” - Rhiannon McGavin
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white guilt must make everything taste like a grave
Donte Collins, from Autopsy (via buttonpoetry)
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What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.
Chester Bennington
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overcast.
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You go girl! Don't shame a beautiful specimen of evolution like her.
if god loved us he certainly wouldn’t have created the ocean, or thsi
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HeadAche by Anthony Jones
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all lies washed ashore, but one sinking truth
all sins fallen off skin, but one moist warmth
the hands on your shoulder harbored their very own sooth
a departure drifting, a voice shimmering
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Vestige series | digital zine
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Sometimes I think I can see you in the dark,
Your shadows crossing my lines and tumbling over and over upon each other.
I wish you were here in those moments.
When the muddles and the puddles murk my crystal clear waters
Drowning me slowing in the slaughters
Grasping for your likeness in our daughters.
I miss you my love.
All the small and all the big
All the spends and all the wins
Trying for the next day and then falling downwind.
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