metamorphesque:

— Vladimir Mayakovsky, A Cloud in Trousers

kristina100000:

if someone told me to come and listen to the wind blow with them i would do it. if someone told me to come and sit on their bed while they get dressed i would do it. if someone called me late at night to come and walk with them i would not hesitate and i would do it… i would do it to be there

wei–wuxian:

what are your twenties if not an endless string of the ghosts of who you thought you would become

writer-with-caffeine:

“To sit alone or with a few friends, half-drunk under a full moon, you just understand how lucky you are; it’s a story you can’t tell. It’s a story you almost by definition, can’t share. I’ve learned in real time to look at those things and realize: I just had a really good moment.”

— Anthony Bourdain, in his final interview (via leonardcohenofficial)

orpheuslament:

Theory of Motion (4): Another Middle Class Black Kid Tries to Name It, Cameron Awkward-Rich

moon1ike:

mary oliver, upstream

xekstrin:

peachyyykat:

kaveh akbar, ‘calling a wolf a wolf’ // doc luben, 'love letters or suicide notes’ // @/nutnoce, tumblr // 'my body’s made of crushed little stars’, mitski // @/ojibwa, tumblr // 'spring’, mary oliver