1. 12:49 20th Sep 2014

    Notes: 4

    Reblogged from somearepirates

    The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems.
    Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.’
    — Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase (via somearepirates)
     
  2. 12:48

    Notes: 10

    Reblogged from so-glad-you-are

    I suppose I love this life,

    in spite of my clenched fist.
    — Excerpt from “Birthday”, by Andrea Gibson (via so-glad-you-are)
     
  3. 10:28 19th Sep 2014

    Notes: 1

    Tags: 2

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    New frames #2 and vanity.

    New frames #2 and vanity.

     
  4. 09:43

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    Running into Keytar Bear this morning made my day infinitely brighter.  (at Harvard Square Station)

    Running into Keytar Bear this morning made my day infinitely brighter. (at Harvard Square Station)

     
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    Getting ready for the Scout’s Honored Awards Gala to begin. #SHAG2014 (at Somerville Theatre)

    Getting ready for the Scout’s Honored Awards Gala to begin. #SHAG2014 (at Somerville Theatre)

     
  6. 02:00 17th Sep 2014

    Notes: 985

    Reblogged from nevver

    nevver:

William Carlos “Sluggo” Williams
     
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    Belle keeps checking in.

"Is this okay? Do I get a treat for pooping in public?"

Yes, Belle, yes you do.  (at Nunziato Dog Park)

    Belle keeps checking in.

    "Is this okay? Do I get a treat for pooping in public?"

    Yes, Belle, yes you do. (at Nunziato Dog Park)

     
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    Belle of the ball.

    Belle of the ball.

     
  9. 12:26

    Notes: 5

    Reblogged from rustbeltjessie

    Plays: 14

    rustbeltjessie:

    Hefner - “The Hymn for the Alcohol”

    Don’t start me on the rum, Just because it makes me numb. 
    Start me on the whiskey I know whiskey is his drink. 
    You never drank it with me but now you drink it with him, 
    I’m not good enough for whiskey, not good enough for you. 
    Let’s start drinking wine, we used to all the time. 
    It used to go to our heads but then you went to his bed. 
    If the wine stains you lips red then tonight you might forget, 
    You might not go home to him you might stay here with me. 
    It is just wishful thinking that all this hard drinking might lure you back to my ramshackle stable, 
    There’s no point in trying, the debutante was lying when she said that she did something that your lips could never do. 
    And if you know what’s true then you know I love you. 
    Its six months since you left, you must be truly blessed, 
    Cause you look no less pretty, in fact you may be more so, 
    If you reap the seeds that you sow, Oh we both know you are going straight to Hell

    (Source: therank)

     
  10. 11:40 13th Sep 2014

    Notes: 2

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    New matching tortoiseshell specs, totally by accident.

    New matching tortoiseshell specs, totally by accident.