"You grinning graveyard of a boy,
I danced for you.
You rusty-hinged iron gate of a boy,
you poorly untied noose,
I waited for you.
I sang and scratched my throat
and kept on singing and
forgot the words and
felt my tongue swell but
sang to the falling sun,
you planned, blueprinted
mistake of a boy.
I left for you.
I left for you too,
you sweet lemon,
molding rind,
bruise to a healed spot,
burn to a scab spot,
sorely forgetful,
sorely unforgettable,
clogged keyhole
of a boy."
This Kind | Ramna Safeer (via overwhelmington)

(via backshelfpoet)

anomalousdata:

oreosforbreakfast:

ohaielly:

someone didn’t think this through.

Laughed for like 3 days.

You can see the exact moment where it realizes its mistake.

Tracey EminI Think it’s in My Head2002
0deelife:

aleygrashouse:

punk-fuck:

-imaginarythoughts-:

blackpoemusic:
Exercising power.Even if you lose.Liberate your right to be.
Photo: Dominican Republic

This is the hardest picture I’ve seen

Haitian mother protecting her son in Dominican Republic

Whoa
xoheart-on-her-sleeve:

This movie
dopatonin:

The World Beyond
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