Someday, everything will be fine.
But today, everything is falling apart.
Death of a Cookie
My name is Genette. I am an Artist. A Writer. A Poet. A Dreamer, as well as a Doer. Welcome to the inside of my Mind.
The dead do not
become stars of ghosts.
In fact, they are
hardly undone.
Soon their randomly
dispersed parts
reappear one
by one on
foreign hosts—
the beloved war
or freckled arm,
separate as a
milagro or bracelet
charm. It is not
grotesque, though
odd. Even a piece
does us some good.
Charms, by Kay Ryan (via talkativolive)
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If you don’t love pizza night, you have no life.
I want this on my tombstone. (via molls)
Blory #141
You Are…That rush of energy that
Blasts through me,
From dendrite
To axon
You stimulate my circuits.
That feeling of
Invincibility,
I am adamantium-based,
Kryptonian,
You make me Supergirl.
That tingling sensation
Akin to the flutterings
Of confused butterflies,
From tip
To toes,
You make me feel new.
And yet
You are
My nerve gas,
My kryptonite,
My butterfly-catcher…
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