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jamesandrewcrosby: Typewriter Poem #149 - My Last Will

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 04:48:25 -0500

jamesandrewcrosby:

Typewriter Poem #149 - My Last Will

jamesandrewcrosby: Typewriter Poetry #170

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 04:47:46 -0500

jamesandrewcrosby:

Typewriter Poetry #170

jamesandrewcrosby: Typewriter Poetry #186 by James Andrew...

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 20:13:07 -0500

jamesandrewcrosby:

Typewriter Poetry #186 by James Andrew Crosby

jamesandrewcrosby: Typewriter Poetry #187 by James Andrew...

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 20:12:22 -0500

jamesandrewcrosby:

Typewriter Poetry #187 by James Andrew Crosby

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Sat, 09 Feb 2013 20:12:14 -0500

defend-pop-hardcore-punk: La Dispute - You and I in Unison

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 20:11:15 -0500

defend-pop-hardcore-punk:

La Dispute - You and I in Unison

corsicans: (par foreign films)

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 20:10:59 -0500

corsicans:

(par foreign films)

mariannapaige: requested by nycwinter

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 20:10:55 -0500

mariannapaige:

requested by nycwinter

jamesandrewcrosby: Typewriter Poetry #189 by James Andrew...

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 20:10:46 -0500

jamesandrewcrosby:

Typewriter Poetry #189 by James Andrew Crosby

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Mon, 14 Jan 2013 10:08:57 -0500

"There are two kinds of strengths: the strength to lead, and the strength to follow; the strength to..."

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 09:00:30 -0500

““There are two kinds of strengths: the strength to lead, and the strength to follow; the strength to control, and the strength to yield. There are two kinds of power: the power to strip another’s soul bare, and the power to stand naked. Do not mistake following for weakness, for it is not. Do not mistake yielding for weakness, for in yielding there is resilience. Do not mistake the submissive’s need for relatedness for inability to be alone. Submissive women are not weaklings. They are sensitive people who have a great deal of resilience in the face of their particular challenges. Submissiveness is a strength seeking a proper context.””

- Yalda Tovah, “The Healthy Submissive” (via her-little-boudoir)

"Fear is the primary force upholding structures of domination. It promotes the desire for separation,..."

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 08:56:58 -0500

“Fear is the primary force upholding structures of domination. It promotes the desire for separation, the desire not to be known. When we are taught that safety lies always with sameness, then difference, of any kind, will appear as a threat. When we choose to love we choose to move against fear—-against alienation and separation. The choice to love is a choice to connect—-to find ourselves in the other.”

- All About Love: New Visions by bell hooks (via thechocolatebrigade)

Romila Barryman: Let Love Be Inexplicable. Always.

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 05:17:57 -0500

Romila Barryman: Let Love Be Inexplicable. Always.:

daydreamsonlooseleafpaper:

We laid on our backs, with our heads hanging off the cold sheeted, cliff edged bed. Life was upside down. I lifted my feet and pretended to walk on the rough surfaced ceiling. He watched the way the curtains stirred gently and I went back to summer’s blanketing warmth. ‘I love watching the way the…

We wake up at 5:00 in the evening, eat dinner for breakfast, shower, kinda do our hair, iron our...

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 18:18:31 -0500

We wake up at 5:00 in the evening, eat dinner for breakfast, shower, kinda do our hair, iron our uniforms, put on boots and pin on our badges, and leave the house looking fresh and ready to do something substantal for the community. We report to station, receive our assignments, ready our ambulances, go to the bathroom, and hit the streets. Our first downtown call of the night hits us before we pull out of the lot. Lights and sirens flip on and petal meets metal as we speed to your assistance; running stop signs, forcing traffic to merge to the right, aquiring road rage when they won’t move. We then navigating to your door step in less than 11 minutes and 59 seconds, regardless of how far away you are and how dense traffic is… And then you greet us at the door. The delta response “traumatic injury” is really a finger you slammed in your dresser. You claim its “the worst pain you could ever imagine” and you insist to be transported to the Emergency Room. I wish I could yell, YOU CALLED 911 FOR THAT?! So, because we’re obligated to, we load you up and take you to your hospital of choice. We take you to the lobby of the University Medical Center and hand over your government funded Medicaid card to registration. We sigh in disgust and relief as we leave your presence, you dirty bottom feeder. Then we load our gurney, finish our paperwork, tidy up the back of the ambulance and notify dispatch that we’re available for the next one.

i’d keep this feeling i’ve got inside forever if i could unfortunately for me nothing stays the...

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 18:17:20 -0500

i’d keep this feeling i’ve got inside forever if i could

unfortunately for me nothing stays the same

soon the cheesy grin and puppy-dog eyes

and hop in my step will cease

leaving me naked and cold in the bitter wind

come what may

i’ll be right here waiting to say

i’ll be okay, i’ll survive the come-down

just promise you’ll return some day

i’ll be counting down

crossing out days with permanent ink

fiending to feel me with you again

the happiness will course through my veins

as you touch my skin

and i’ll feel your heart beating

and you’ll feel it too

like a ticking time bomb

my countdown love

when autumn comes and the leaves turn red, orange, yellow and brown and begin to die and fall i will...

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 18:16:46 -0500

when autumn comes and the leaves turn

red, orange, yellow and brown

and begin to die and fall

i will fall for you

just like i have before

and will again and again

yesterday, someone asked me why i thought love was worth waiting for. i replied, that its not the...

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 18:16:28 -0500

yesterday, someone asked me why i thought love was worth waiting for. i replied, that its not the love i was waiting for. i have the love every breathing, thriving second i roam this earth. what i do wait for is the electricity we conduct from across the room, the shock when our lips touch and our tongues dance. love is just the catalyst.

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Sun, 06 Jan 2013 03:53:34 -0500

justbornthisway: This world is bipolar, beautiful for some, for...

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 03:52:00 -0500

justbornthisway:

This world is bipolar,

beautiful for some,

for others the fuckin’ saddest

"I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too."

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 05:31:11 -0400

“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”

- Pablo Neruda (via 013502)