Michigan: The Milk Carton Kids
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Here’s what our parents never taught us:
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.
You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.
You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It’s okay.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.
You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.
All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.
One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.
Molt.
Don’t be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.
But it’s okay. I promise.
Remember,
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.
“Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us” -Shinji Moon (via twobabiessittinginatree)
(Source: commovente, via twobabiessittinginatree)
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I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more.
Maurice Sendak
I can see things now as if I took a photo of them with the shutter open for too long. All the people rushing around have turned to blurs and there I am in the middle, crystal clear and perfectly immobile.
Neverending Math Equation: Sun Kil Moon
Oh my god I feel so damn old
“The cure for anything is salt water. Sweat, tears or the ocean.” –Isak Dinesen
(Photo by Colleen Dunn)
“I love true things. Even when they hurt. Isn’t it better to know the truth about oneself?”
Sweet Thursday: Steinbeck
(Photo by Roberto Rubalcava)
Wait so Long:Trampled by Turtles
