I REMEMBER HOW

SEEING THE SHAPE OF YOUR MOUTH THAT FIRST TIME

I KEPT STARING UNTIL MY BLOOD TURNED TO RAIN

 

SOME THINGS TAKE ROOT IN THE BRAIN

AND DONT LET GO

 

|  T I M  S E I B L E S  |

 

 

 

"YOU GORGEOUS EARTHQUAKE.

YOU CRACKED HOURGLASS WITH SAND SPILLING FROM BEHIND YOUR RIBS,

YOU WASTED MY TIME. "

 

 

 

 

 

 

THIS IS ME, HERE, HANDS OPEN, HEART OUT.

I WANT ALL OF YOU AND THEN SOME.

I WANT YOUR 3AM LOWS AND ALL OF YOUR BROKENNESS.

I WANT TO KNOW WHAT TERRIFIES YOU MOST

SO I CAN TEAR IT TO PIECES.

I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE EXPLORING YOUR

BLAZING HOT, COSMOS OF A HEART.

I WANT TO SHOW YOU THE WAYS THE IMPERFECTIONS, THE FLAWS,

THAT SEPARATE YOU FROM THE GODS,

ARE THE VERY THINGS

ILL ALWAYS FALL FOR THE HARDEST.

 

 

.  |  B E A U  T A P L I N  |  .

 

 

 

 

THERE IS A PLACE IN THE HEART

 

THAT WILL NEVER BE FILLED; A SPACE.

 

AND EVEN DURING THE BEST MOMENTS,

 

AND THE GREATEST TIMES,

 

WE WILL KNOW IT.

 

 

CHARLES BUKOWSKI

 

 

 



 

 



 

MY CHILDHOOD WAS ELEGANT HOMES

TREE-LINED STREETS, THE MILKMAN,

BUILDING BACKYARD FORTS,

DRONING AIRPLANES, BLUE SKIES,

PICKET FENCES, GREEN GRASS, CHERRY TREES.

MIDDLE AMERICA AS IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE.

BUT ON THE CHERRY TREE, THERE'S THIS PITCH OOZING OUT--

SOME BLACK, SOME YELLOW,

AND MILLIONS OF RED ANTS CRAWLING ALL OVER IT.

I DISCOVERED IF ONE LOOKS A LITTLE CLOSER

AT THIS BEAUTIFUL WORLD,

THERE ARE ALWAYS RED ANTS UNDERNEATH.

 

DAVID LYNCH 

 

 

SHE WAS FREE IN HER WILDNESS.

SHE WAS A WANDERESS,

A DROP OF FREE WATER.

SHE BELONGED TO NO MAN

AND

TO NO CITY.

 

ROMAN PAYNE | THE WANDERESS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.  PHOTO SOURCES x  EL HIEROGLYPH | PRISMOFTHREADS |  BONELUST | PINTEREST  .