Clementine von Radics
I am on a serious Clementine kick and this one punched me right in the face.
Mouth like the lock on a jewelry
box. Mouth like a bruise,
like something that gets
under the skin.
Mouth like where the hell did she
Mouth like a marching band, like
a parade of sighs.
Mouth like she must be magic,
she must be.
Mouth like pick a card, any card.
Mouth like an opera. Mouth like
I don’t understand you but
I am crying, anyway.
Mouth like a river, like diving
head-first into it. Mouth like a
coffin you want to die in.
Mouth like you’ll never recover,
like nothing will ever be like this
again, and you’re sure of it.
Mouth like do you love her?
Mouth like do you love her or do
you just not want to kiss anyone
humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars
this is my favorite post
David W. Orr, Ecological Literacy: Educating Our Children for a Sustainable World (via wordsnquotes)
Bright Eyes (via werebetteroffdead)
Rape is the only crime on the books for which arguing that the temptation to commit it was too clear and obvious to resist is treated as a defence. For every other crime, we call that a confession.
I’ve gotten more angry asks about this post than I have actual reblogs.
I’ll do my part to making sure this has more than enough reblogs to outweigh the angry asks.