little bat is cuddly tonight
(Source: denofopulence, via loveyourchaos)
“Audiobook” by Neil Hilborn
Create something. Paint your scars on the side of a building. Write a poem and shout it at strangers. The misery circus is parading into town, and you are holding the banner.
hghhhhh
(Source: rachelrostad, via fuckyeahslampoems)
pompeii
the war starts
and ends with my
thighs kissing each other
in the downstairs mirror. i become
made up of numbers and
forget how to paint. every moment is
waiting for the storm to come
and lay waste to foundations
i had built in the soil during calmer
times—and i wear my sour harvest
like a crown that will
one day break my neck like
it was never made of steel at all.
also pigeons are in poetry and they win shit
Jamila Woods - Pigeon Man
forever in love with your writing
thank you :))
