Jesus loves you :)

fuckyeahawesomehouses:

Portable Wooden House

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your little voice

fyeaheecummings:

your little voice
Over the wires came leaping
and i felt suddenly
dizzy
With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers
wee skipping high-heeled flames
courtesied before my eyes
or twinkling over to my side
Looked up
with impertinently exquisite faces
floating hands were laid upon me
I was whirled and tossed into delicious dancing
up
Up
with the pale important
stars and the Humorous
moon
dear girl
How i was crazy how i cried when i heard
over time
and tide and death
leaping
Sweetly
your voice

NaPoMo 2/30

thepoetspace:

Finger tips 
are not equipped 
to hold sand.
streams cannot 
be dammed 
by hands. 
palms pressed
in prayer are 
not promises
kept.
& sweet dreams
double as beautiful
nightmares because
they exist
but are not guaranteed
to come true.

(via thepoetspace-deactivated2014090)

"   Where do cigarettes go after they’re lit?
After the flame goes out,
And the filter is flicked?
Because I want to go there.
Up through the trees with the smoke
Or into the lungs of someone searching for salvation.
I want to cling to clothes and hair.
I want to surround myself with life.
I want to be needed and wanted and loved.
I want to be someone’s addiction.   "
Sylvia (via despawndent)

(via cafe-bustelo)

Doctor: do you drink or smoke?
Me: no
Doctor: (under his breath) what a loser
"   We never stop loving silently those we once loved out loud.   "
Marina Abramović  (via supmariss)

(Source: parkavenuearmory, via howtolivelovely)

Anonymous: your to pretty to smoke , just say'n.

kvtes:

You’re*.

Too*.

Saying.*

apatheticghost:

im just sad and lonely and bad at math

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