October 2011
andrewharlow:
Sculptures by Michael Murphy
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My Attempt At Love Poetry
Anxiety carves itself deep inside my chest;
Each etching is laced with tremendous stress
And leaves me with great unease,
Causing me a mental freeze.
Here comes the strangled wires of my paranoia
And the disarrayed stability of my aura.
I withdraw and recluse, bundling myself up in threads,
But when I see you, all that has been built is soon shed.
Your healing, nurturing, and loving...
d²: If at large gatherings or parties, or around... →
deesquared:
If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms… if you find yourself at a loss for what to do with them, overcome with sadness that comes when you recognize the foreignness of your own body… it’s because your hands remember a time when the division between mind and body, brain and heart,...
“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the...”
– Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via loveyourchaos)
The Frenemy.: Advice At 18 →
thefrenemy:
Somebody asked me what advice I would give to my 18-year-old self. It is as follows:
First of all, slow your load. I get that your hormones are raging at the fiery furnace of vagina hellfire terror. Cool. These hormones might make you want to just dry hump all over every celebrity vampire or badass in a GQ leather jacket, but you can’t go around hoping to make out with celebrities...
