why the FUCK am i clementine 

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atessellateofwords:

napathetic:

bein a hoodrat @ theatre/dance awards ceremony. ✨💀✨

Carmen looks better in my dress than I do

stahp

explore-blog:

The Emotionary, “words that don’t exist for feelings that do.” Complement with some playful takes on unusual words that do exist and a Cat-to-English translation. 

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hootzie:

This is a real job (at Windsong Productions)

I’ve ruined every good thing I’ve ever had.

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teethingontigers:

You walked in front of me,
pulling me back out
to the green light that had once
grown fangs and killed me.

I was obedient, but
numb, like an arm
gone to sleep; the return
to time was not my choice.

By then I was used to silence.
Though something stretched between us
like a whisper, like a rope:
my former name,
drawn tight.
You had your old leash
with you, love you might call it,
and your flesh voice.

Before your eyes you held steady
the image of what you wanted
me to become: living again.
It was this hope of yours that kept me following.

I was your hallucination, listening
and floral, and you were singing me:
already new skin was forming on me
within the luminous misty shroud
of my other body; already
there was dirt on my hands and I was thirsty.

I could see only the outline
of your head and shoulders,
black against the cave mouth,
and so could not see your face
at all, when you turned

and called to me because you had
already lost me. The last
I saw of you was a dark oval.
Though I knew how this failure
would hurt you, I had to
fold like a gray moth and let go.

You could not believe I was more than your echo.

thatfresnoblog:

Hannah and Holly Johnson of River Roots. I went to school with this sister-duo! They sell farm fresh eggs under the name, “Just Got Laid.” They sell their eggs at #Fresno establishments such as #Fresno Brewing Co. in downtown #Fresno and, staring June 1st., Kristina’s Natural Ranch Market.

The Fresno Bee recently wrote an article about them. 

More than a year ago, Hannah was consumed with her marketing career and Holly was fulfilling some wanderlust, traveling across the country in her Chevy truck.

But life threw them a curve and the Johnsons’ lives veered in a new direction when they relocated to Laton to care for their ailing 84-year-old father and his 50-acre alfalfa farm.

You can read the rest of their story, here. 

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apoetreflects:

Flannel shirt on a peg, curled
Postcards from years past
                                        thumbtacked along the window frames.

Outside, deer pause on the just-cut grass,
The generator echoes our spirit’s humdrum,
                                                  and gnats drone high soprano …
Not much of a life, but I’ll take it.

—Charles Wright, closing lines to “Vespers” from Scar Tissue (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2006)

ineffable-gaudiness:

heyyou22:

This is a poorly scanned version of a final project I did for my Literature of the Beat Generation class. It is a collage-style travel book of Part 1 of On The Road by Jack Kerouac. This was actually a really fun project to do, I haven’t collaged in a while and I used to do it a lot. I meant to do more but ran out of time because I procrastinated so much, but I am happy with the end result. 

This is super rad

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