Holy fuck this is hot/beautiful.
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.
|—||Pablo Neruda, Regalo De Un Poeta/Gift of a Poet (via oofpoetry)|
This made me cry for my sons, who deserve better than to be told to “man up.”
Guante - “Ten Responses to the Phrase ‘Man Up’ “
"We teach boys how to wear the skin of a man, but we also teach them how to raise that skin like a flag and draw blood for it."
Two-time National Poetry Slam champion Guante, performing at Madame in Minneapolis.
La grande faucheuse.
Every death in Game of Throne series, tabbed.
I love this tumblr
Dear Abby, 15 November 2013:
DEAR ABBY: This is my wife’s second marriage. When we were dating, she led me to believe that I was the second sexual partner she had ever had. Shortly after our wedding, I found out through some mutual acquaintances she had attended college with that she had been…
If you love anyone you love them as they are, not as you want them to be.
Leo Tolstoy - Anna Karenina(via ssilviasilvia)
|—||Naguib Mahfouz - The mirage (via mslabyrinth)|
Come the white morning
I’ll cross the earth on my face,
let the barrel of light tip over
one more time
and let’s just call it sunrise.
I don’t know anything
about blowing a child out
like a balloon, or what comes after—
that dream like a waterfall sealed in a flask
close to God’s hip.
It’s night now with those squares
of light all over the world,
there where a woman has been
spreading her own light onto the windows
of her house just like I have
rubbed oil onto your belly.
Mothers daub their fire to the glass
so even a scarecrow like me
out wandering the night
can take his chin out from inside his coat,
there where his own lantern is hissing.
To gaze through the glass and stop
the crunch of footfalls over the bones
of things I cannot fix.
Do you know how many hobos like me
are out there where the wind howls?
We gaze up from where her
fire pours over the snow:
because we know she is in there
doing her soft work.
—John Rybicki. Art credit Marcos Bontempo, Untitled (2012).