Oh Thats Hot As Hell. If Only Sex Was Real

the moths by mary oliver

Swimming, One Day in August

by Mary Oliver

It is time now, I said, for the deepening and quieting of the spirit among the flux of happenings.

Something had pestered me so much I thought my heart would break. I mean, the mechanical part.

I went down in the afternoon to the sea which held me, until I grew easy.

About tomorrow, who knows anything. Except that it will be time, again, for the deepening and quieting of the spirit.

shoutout to whatever staff member has this bumper sticker at my school

untitled by james baldwin, who was born 100 years ago today. happy birthday <3

late spring by Mary Oliver

Love You, Sleep Again, Retier Softly, and Pethetic Little Thing by Tracey Emin

“Moose” 2008

some delicious excerpts from "How It Feels" by Jenny Zhang (one of my all-time faves, the whole thing is a treat to read and different every time)

Axiom

by Margaret Atwood

Axiom: you are a sea. Your eye- lids curve over chaos

My hands where they touch you, create small inhabited islands

Soon you will be all earth: a known land, a country.