February 2012
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Boats
thiswillhurt: “ You and your photographs of boats; that repeated metaphor for departure, or simply the possibility of a voyage? What you cannot tell me, you tell me with a vessel and its single passenger, eyes fixed on some skylit conclusion. Set apart and starkly upon a canvas of tractable waves, brought to still by the trigger-click of your camera, like the sound a key makes when it ...
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The biggest photo of the night sky ever taken. →
Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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tonight was pretty beautiful
+ finding out I’m going to be published in the World Poetry Movement’s coffee table book Stars in our Hearts + finding that my best friend brought up some old photoshoot pictures from my ancient history talking to her after what feels like such a long time. + my roommate posted these pics to facebook and called me beautiful + Discovering Taylor Swift’s Safe and Sound (what...
Feb 23rd
hello i'm going to be a published poet
(!!!)
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“I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.”
– Markus Zusak (via bookstorecouture)
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clavicola: Writing these poems hurts in all the places it shouldn’t. Please.  Don’t pick at your scabs to see if you can find a story underneath. Red continents line your knees and all of our stories begin the same,  with “I was drunk and fell on the sidewalk and cracked open my skin and bled a memoir.” Leave those stones unturned. Save them for another poor soul who doesn’t know that this world...
Feb 16th
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