What if, instead of telekinesis, her power is weed.
Or telekinesis and weed.
10:41 pm • 4 March 2012 • 24 notes
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”
— Charles Bukowski (via cuntbarf)
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10:35 pm • 4 March 2012 • 3,605 notes
Student relishes a winter workout in a heated open-air pool, white an attendant paces like a muffled bear in the zero-degree cold, National Geographic, January 1978
10:34 pm • 4 March 2012 • 1,789 notes
“In any man who dies, there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die, but worlds die in them.”
Yevgeny Yevtushenko (via roxanneritchi)
I’m will always, always be grateful for finding a collection of Yevgeny Yevtushenko’s poetry in a second hand book store downtown.
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10:33 pm • 4 March 2012 • 525 notes