"Scientists have recently stated that every second,
the human brain takes in eleven million bits
of information, but it is only aware of forty bits.
I wish I could have told my senses to focus
all their energy on taking every bit of information
from the way you breathe.
You’re gone now and instead of remembering
the way you spoke to me
or how you smelled the day you told me you loved me -
I remember that the grass was two inches taller than it should be
and there was a light mist making my hair stick out in three different directions.
Even my memory was against keeping you.
Even my brain knew it was better that I not remember." - Amanda Helm, Remembering (via amandaspoetry)
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please don’t leave me on Flickr.
A lot of people in my class really liked this image and I guess I do too… this feels so heavily referenced now that I look at it but it felt so spontaneous at the time?
image, part of a series of experiments.
See them see you.
A lot of New York
Was spent on sidewalks
Closer to strangers than I am to my own kin,
Languages rolling like the smells in the air
Snow exhaust and the smell of the heat turned on.
I played a game with myself,
To see how many people would hold eye contact with…
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Massachusetts-based photographer Stephen Tourlentes‘ series Of Length and Measures is a collection of photographs of U.S. prisons shot at night. After stumbling upon a newly built prison on the outskirts of his hometown in Illinois, Tourlentes became intrigued with these spaces. “The night sky was punctuated with a brilliant glow that changed my perception of the horizon. This transformation of the landscape revealed an unseen human cargo held in time and place,” he recalls.
is really the greatest revenge
then I want you
to have my laughter.
And if we really do get what we give
then I give up,
so that I can
get up." - Buddy Wakefield (via rarararambles)
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"I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via rainydaysandblankets)
Still the best and most accurate thing I think I’ve ever read. You are my still day, you are my hurricane.
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"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade" - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens (via budddha)
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