31st Aug 201400:1670,898 notes

Been thinkin bout you, ooh nah nah nah.

~   Maya Angelou (via buddhabrot)

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The Animated Self Portrait 

T.S Abe

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by  Frank Ocean

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~   Carl Sandburg (via violentwavesofemotion)

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30th Aug 201418:5255,797 notes

“A Life to be Living"
29th Aug 201422:24288 notes
~   Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian  (via notnai)

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29th Aug 201422:1810,881 notes
~   Shinji Moon. (via karmas-way)

So much shinji moon tonight. Beautiful, emotional shinji moon.

~   "The Water Cycle," Shinji Moon (via commovente)
~   It Took Time (Shinji Moon)

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"I almost miss the sound of your voice but know that the rain
outside my window will suffice for tonight.
I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t spoken in months now
and I wanted to tell you that someone threw a bouquet of roses
in the trash bin on the corner of my street, and I wanted to cry
because, because —
you know exactly why.

And, I guess I’m calling because only you understand
how that would break my heart.

I’m running out of things to say. My gas is running on empty.
I’ve stopped stealing pages out of poetry books, but last week I pocketed a thesaurus
and looked for synonyms for you but could only find rain and more rain
and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass, like crystal, like an orchestra.

I wanted to tell you that I’m not afraid of being moved anymore;
Not afraid of this heart packing up its things and flying transcontinental
with only a wool coat and a pocket with a folded-up address inside.

I’ve saved up enough money to disappear.
I know you never thought the day would come.

Do you remember when we said goodbye and promised that
it was only for then? It’s been years since I last saw you, years
since we last have spoken.

Sometimes, it gets quiet enough that I can hear the cicadas rubbing their thighs
against each other’s.

I’ve forgotten almost everything about you already, except that
your skin was soft, like the belly of a peach, and
how you would laugh,
making fun of me for the way I pronounced almonds
like I was falling in love
with language."

~   Shinji Moon, “If I Left You A Voicemail This Would Be It” (via alighthouseofwords)
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