September 2011
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“bed, n.: Sixty inches by eighty inches, and half our life together.”
– David Levithan (via happytrooper)
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Angelus | Ailbhe Darcy
Such time beats with its own ending, its inlet
its interior, its confident stopping. You followed signs to steal here, slowed to savour how you are
beloved in this city-not-your-city. Your palms passed over pointed railings, stroked the leaves of suburban hedges, a rosary you can’t visit on my skin, here, at the centre.
Mouthstrung, we contemplate the surfaces of all things, two stone...
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Your nineties garage love affair, 2011
(Also, cheesy picture of D. & me here. Haha.)
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317/ September 12, 2011 - Laws of Science:... →
Characterized by the spread of particles from an area of higher concentration to that of a lower concentration. Particles spreading farther apart. We hold the ability for widespread dispersal; we learn how to expand. Let us start with a closed space. For example, your car— and the walks to the parking lot and the marco-polo hide-and-seeking before we find it (W plate, silver, check). We...
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He's tuning his guitars for later's gig. I'm...
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A Word About Transitions | Billy Collins
Moreover is not a good way to start a poem though many begin somewhere in the middle.
Secondly does not belong at the opening of your second stanza.
Furthermore is to be avoided no matter how long the poem.
Aforementioned is rarely found in poems at all, and for good reason.
Most steer clear of notwithstanding, and the same goes for
nevertheless, however, as a consequence, in any...
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I want to meet people who can help turn old ideas...
What are your favorite Tumblr blogs? Care to recommend a few?
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Come, Promises, Compromises
I am paying for the space in your heart, full lease.
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razbliuto (n.) - the sentimental feeling you have...
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Because I was asked: "How do you survive...
When I feel uninspired and downtrodden, I try to do as much of these as I can: 1) Go out and smell the flowers, literally. The adage was meant to be taken literally. I go for a walk around a block or two. I study skylines and map the cracks on the pavement, trace them with my eyes until every make-believe creek and city are tucked safely into memory. I become bird-like when I observe. Always...
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I want a red door where I live. I want a doorknob...
