umm…im just gonna leave this here.
what what what waht
well that’s me done forever bye guys x
Wat.
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umm…im just gonna leave this here.
what what what waht
well that’s me done forever bye guys x
Wat.
I said perhaps Patagonia, and pictured
a peninsula, wide enough
for a couple of ladderback chairs
to wobble on at high tide.I thought of us in breathless cold, facing
a horizon round as a coin, looped
in a cat’s cradle strung by gulls
from sea to sun.I planned to wait till the waves had bored
themselves to sleep, till the last clinging barnacles,
growing worried in the hush, had paddled off in tiny coracles,
till those restless birds, your actor’s hands,
had dropped slack into your lap,
until you’d turned, at last, to me.When I spoke of Patagonia, I meant
skies all empty aching blue.
I meant years. I meant all of them with you.
For Valerie -
All girls should have a poem
written for them even if
we have to turn this God-damn world
upside down to do it.
Too gender normative.
We should all have a poem
written for us even if
we have to turn this God-damn world
upside down to do it.
“There is no such thing as a bad typeface… just bad typography.” Jeffery Keedy
I CAN’T
JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL I JUST CAN’T
KICK THE DIRT ON MY COFFIN NOW I HAVE PASSED I’LL SEE Y’ALL IN THE MORNING
After staring for a while I saw the pictures in the background.
My first chart. *DISCLAIMER: If you are, say, an old man who orders a strawberry lemonade or a child who orders a quad espresso, I do apologize. This chart doth not apply to thee.
Indians order a tall coffee and an extra cup. Soccer moms order venti nonfat no foam xtra hot skinny vanilla, make that sugar free? And black ladies order white mochas.
(Taken with instagram at One Kendall Sq.)