a girl with the sun of her youth

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Thu, 25 Apr 2013 11:15:38 -0400

“This chick, Marla Singer, did not have testicular cancer. She...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 11:11:47 -0400

“This chick, Marla Singer, did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. Marla… the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie.”

nightnewsnow: Watch the full segment here.

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 21:10:33 -0400

nightnewsnow:

Watch the full segment here.

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Sun, 21 Apr 2013 00:12:24 -0400

"Loving me will not be easy. Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won’t know how to..."

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 15:12:12 -0400

“Loving me will not be easy. Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won’t know how to handle all the things I’ve done wrong.”

- writingsforwinter (via emceelizziegibson)

wolfyson: “Royal Heart” by Andrea Gibson

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 13:06:40 -0400

wolfyson:

“Royal Heart” by Andrea Gibson

Watercolor tattoos by Ondrash

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 14:29:34 -0400

Watercolor tattoos by Ondrash

"And I am jealous of your tattoos and how long they will stay with you after I go."

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 22:23:39 -0400

“And I am jealous
of your tattoos and how long
they will stay with you
after I go.”

- Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

"When you ask me to describe fear I say my mother smelling vodka on my breath at seventeen. I say..."

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 21:47:11 -0400

“When you ask me to describe fear I say my mother
smelling vodka on my breath at seventeen. I say loss
is trauma stealing an entire month from my memories.
Superheroes always have broken hearts and tragic
back stories so maybe I’m doing OK. In my dreams we
are brave enough to leap tall buildings in a single
bound and see through walls and also never lie to
each other.

Promise me this: when you finally leave me, you’ll
get creative. Tell me I was more disappointing than
your childhood. Send me your bloody ear with a letter
saying “I’ve got to Gogh. You’re making me crazy.”
I am hard to love but know this much: you are the
only thing I like doing more than writing poems.
”

- Superheroes, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

inthemess: A song that always makes my heart hurt…in the good...

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 13:23:21 -0400

inthemess:

A song that always makes my heart hurt…in the good way. This record is sweet fucking sorrow.

via my Folked Up playlist.

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Mon, 08 Apr 2013 13:22:27 -0400

"People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they..."

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 18:30:16 -0400

“People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.”

- Chuck Palahniuk (via augustwritings)

inthemess: Gotta Dye ‘Em All

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 13:36:44 -0400

inthemess:

Gotta Dye ‘Em All

inthemess: Ever wanted to see a salt shaker transform into a...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 15:22:07 -0400

inthemess:

Ever wanted to see a salt shaker transform into a windmill and then a helicopter? Me too! So, I made a three step intaglio print, altering the plate slightly each time.

"But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling."

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 13:12:49 -0400

““But some people can’t tell where it hurts.
They can’t calm down.
They can’t ever stop howling.””

- Margaret Atwood (via rabbitinthemoon)

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Wed, 20 Mar 2013 23:32:54 -0400

"Lately it’s been hard to live in my body. My heart is full of skeletons. My palms are bleeding from..."

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 14:18:30 -0400

“Lately it’s been hard to live in my body.
My heart is full of skeletons. My palms
are bleeding from clinging to a love like
like the sharp edge of a knife.

But you kiss me like forgiveness. You
hold me like I’m hope. Like a promise to
leave more than scars. Your arms are gauze.
Loving you heals me.”

- Bodily, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

aseaofquotes: — Sylvia Plath

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 16:27:08 -0400

aseaofquotes:

— Sylvia Plath

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Sat, 16 Mar 2013 13:59:00 -0400

"His hands keep turning into birds and flying away from him. Him being you. Yes. Do you love..."

Thu, 14 Mar 2013 22:11:12 -0400

“His hands keep turning into birds and
flying away from him. Him being you.
Yes. Do you love yourself? I don’t have to
answer that. It should matter. He has a
body but it doesn’t matter, clean sheets
on the bed but it doesn’t matter. This is
where he trots out his sadness. Little black
cloud, little black umbrella. You miss
the point: the face in the mirror is a little
traitor, the face in the mirror is a pale
and naked hostage and no one can tell
which room he’s being held in.”

- Richard Siken, from “Unfinished Duet” (via weissewiese)