August 31, 2014
August 30, 2014

warren is home„, sweet pepper boy angel

and the parched ground opens her mouth to receive the rain. the earth is singing.

August 29, 2014

summers’ end

a little breath, a lingering smell, the inevitable chill

August 28, 2014
August 27, 2014

★彡

I am seeking you, I seek and seek. I think I see you behind the rocks shaped like a sphinx, but it is only a shadow cast by a row of cormorants overhead. I fall into the ocean, you are lost forever.

August 26, 2014
Sinclair made me and ben coffee today and it was very expertly poured

Sinclair made me and ben coffee today and it was very expertly poured

August 25, 2014

I am lying in a dried up baseball field behind a bright blue school. the school is blue, the sky is blue, the field is gray. a little boy, maybe 4 or 5, runs by in an iron man costume with a mask on, and he trips and falls. his father comes to him and soothes his crying.
“I was afraid that was going to happen-
Are you alright-
you’re going to be super protective iron man-
do you know what this is-“
“no”
“it’s a baseball field”

August 24, 2014

I have actual ants in my pants

selenescript:

city, drag me down to my century

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August 23, 2014
yesterday I spent about four hours under this tree just enjoying august in front of the dorm I lived in as a freshman. I was supposed to be greeting incoming freshmen and parents but I spent most of the time remembering how it felt to be in that excited body that arrived there three years ago. I remembered what it felt like to walk back to my room in the rain, and what it felt like to read outside in the sun. I remember how the years ahead felt so open wide anything. Sinclair told me the guy said “you can only connect the dots looking backwards”. The guy was Steve Jobs. The lawn of my freshman year dorm looks different. The shade is bigger, the circumference of the tree trunks is wider.

yesterday I spent about four hours under this tree just enjoying august in front of the dorm I lived in as a freshman. I was supposed to be greeting incoming freshmen and parents but I spent most of the time remembering how it felt to be in that excited body that arrived there three years ago. I remembered what it felt like to walk back to my room in the rain, and what it felt like to read outside in the sun. I remember how the years ahead felt so open wide anything. Sinclair told me the guy said “you can only connect the dots looking backwards”. The guy was Steve Jobs. The lawn of my freshman year dorm looks different. The shade is bigger, the circumference of the tree trunks is wider.

August 22, 2014

toxicwinner:

people from hell

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