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I am not yours.

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love — put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.        

Sarah Teasdale


The airfield at night.

Bagram Air Field

Bagram Air Field

Afghanistan.

Afghanistan.

sharlala:

epic4chan:gaming lulz:
Those were the days.

sharlala:

epic4chan:gaming lulz:

Those were the days.

When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your cup size, say A, hang up. When he says you give him blue balls, say you’re welcome. When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-butt her. Then head-butt her. When a guidance counselor teases you for handed-down jeans, do not turn red. When you have sex for the second time and there is no condom, do not convince yourself that screwing between layers of underwear will soak up the semen. When your geometry teacher posts a banner reading: “Learn math or go home and learn how to be a Momma,” do not take your first feminist stand by leaving the classroom. When the boy you have a crush on is sent to detention, go home. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boy with the blue mohawk swallows your heart and opens his wrists, hide the knives, bleach the bathtub, pour out the vodka. Every time. When the skinhead girls jump you in the bathroom stall, swing, curse, kick, do not turn red. When a boy you think you love delivers the first black eye, use a screw driver, a beer bottle, your two good hands. When your father locks the door, break the window. When a college professor writes you poetry and whispers about your tight little ass, do not take it as a compliment, do not wait, call the Dean, call his wife. When a boy with good manners and a thirst for Budweiser proposes, say no. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys tell you how good you smell, do not doubt them, do not turn red. When your brother tells you he is gay, pretend you already know. When the girl on the subway curses you because your tee shirt reads: “I fucked your boyfriend,” assure her that it is not true. When your dog pees the rug, kiss her, apologize for being late. When he refuses to stay the night because you lived in Jersey City, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Harlem, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because your air conditioner is broken, leave him. When he refuses to keep a toothbrush at your apartment, leave him. When you find the toothbrush you keep at his apartment hidden in the closet, leave him. Do not regret this. Do not turn red. When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
“Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair,” Jeanann Verlee (via clavicola)
sharlala:

puckbox:

THE CITY by *puken

I see this and I think about all of the recurring patterns of life. Of all the shapes we see over and over again, on every level. The veins on leaves and under the thin skin of our forearms. Nervous systems. Street maps. We are rivers of blood and city blocks of cells. Everything is connected, and we build the way we are made.

I thought of a leaf when I saw this.

sharlala:

puckbox:

THE CITY by *puken

I see this and I think about all of the recurring patterns of life. Of all the shapes we see over and over again, on every level. The veins on leaves and under the thin skin of our forearms. Nervous systems. Street maps. We are rivers of blood and city blocks of cells. Everything is connected, and we build the way we are made.

I thought of a leaf when I saw this.

sharlala:

12minds:

Natasja Delanghe, Weltschmerz, 2010

World-weariness. This is why I can’t read the news often anymore and am now trying to stay away from Facebook. I just want people to be kind. I’m tired.
wiki

sharlala:

12minds:

Natasja Delanghe, Weltschmerz, 2010

World-weariness. This is why I can’t read the news often anymore and am now trying to stay away from Facebook. I just want people to be kind. I’m tired.

wiki

thatbitchrobin:

Remember that kiddos.

thatbitchrobin:

Remember that kiddos.