writingsforwinter:

In the kitchen, my hands speak before the rest of my body does.

This is what I do- feed the mouth of loneliness

until it combusts into flames.

This is what I do- saute the tomatoes, dice the meat, slice the cantaloupe

before my skin is ready to turn itself inside out

and stitch itself to the…

A Sunday cover of “Barton Hollow” by the Civil Wars.

centuriespast:

Solitude
William Sartain (1843-1924)
by 1892
Oil on canvas
Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts
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gerda-kay:

source
08.09.14 /14:38/ 17
unkemptly:

lucid blog
08.08.14 /22:10/ 11647
~   Daughter by Janice Lee

I think about this quote a lot.   (via melisica)
07.29.14 /10:49/ 11

lostnationroad:

**announcement:** i post far more frequently to my other blog - a more accurate, messy representation of my general being.

explore if you wish.

**announcement:** i post far more frequently to my other blog - a more accurate, messy representation of my general being.

explore if you wish.

writingsforwinter:

Once, we felt one another’s bodies the same way rain feels the ground.

This was the same year the neighbors caught a lone wheelchair

rolling down the pavement next to their driveway

in the middle of a windstorm so strong

it tore off all their house’s siding.

There was no one in that…

baronvonmerkens:

Isaak Levitan - The Evening After the Rain, 1879
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purplecarrotfarm:

Purple Carrot Farm at Bennington College

stonefoxie:

“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”
— Vincent van Gogh
07.23.14 /11:04/ 172310

Throw me in the landfill, don’t think about the consequences.

Canvas  by  andbamnan