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Sam Armstrong


Michael Wolf - Corner Houses

It looks like one of those incredibly detailed pieces of isometric pixel art that somehow made it into real life without anybody realizing.

I need more tattoos.  Instagram - @HelaineRose

" You fall apart
at twenty-two, twenty
five until nine, we watch
new clouds do exactly
what the old clouds did—
still we are arrested
by the sky’s vicissitude.
Things we never do: learn
to control the way we feel.

- Zoe Dzunko, “Things We Never Saw Coming,” published in Voicemail Poems. (via bostonpoetryslam)

" We never say that all men deserve to feel beautiful. We never say that each man is beautiful in his own way. We don’t have huge campaigns aimed at young boys trying to convince them that they’re attractive, probably because we very rarely correlate a man’s worth with his appearance. The problem is that a woman’s value in this world is still very much attached to her appearance, and telling her that she should or deserves to feel beautiful does more to promote that than negate it. Telling women that they “deserve” to feel pretty plays right in to the idea that prettiness should be important to them. And having books and movies aimed at young women where every female protagonist turns out to be beautiful (whereas many of the antagonists are described in much less flattering terms) reinforces the message that beauty has some kind of morality attached to it, and that all heroines are somehow pretty. "

" When you touch just my ankles, something sizzles
my hair, my lungs.

They tell us about chemistry,
but not about how it comes hand in hand with hunger

not how the shy of another body against yours
will loosen you into boneless

I can barely hold your hand without losing my voice,
God forbid our thighs brush, my cheeks will be wearing red for days

last night I dreamt of you and woke up, gasping
your name like a ghost on my lips

I wonder what will happen when you kiss me.
They’ll be finding my ashes in strange places for days.


Hey tumblr I started my back piece this weekend 😁

Bring Me Your Scars


Bring me your scars, love. Bring me your wanting to dies

and your hoping to be deads.

Rome burned for six days and seven nights then rebuilt itself

from the cinders like a phoenix.

Yesterday you wept until the entire room was filled with salt.

But remember that once…