tselector

(Source: emmadear, via wilddirt)

blackinkobelisk:

Mandi

was curled like a child

in the halcyon midnight

of our metropolitan apartment

synapses gummed with geometry

embryonic eyes

glazed with little gods

and the perfunctory tears

of meeting an indifferent sublime.

               Your face is full light,

               she told me.

               You’re raining. 

The room passed through itself

               like a tesseract

               a reincarnation of angles

               all lines equal

               all bodies contained.

Mandi,

  don’t be afraid

       or fooled by our skin—

               we are fractals of each other

               mothers of our mothers

               no body contained. 

- Aubrey J. Sanders

(via cloudjunky)

(Source: nevver)

(Source: nathanielstuart)

nevver:

Rod Serling

(Source: amandaapac)

my heart smiled when i watched this

Emily Dickinson, “I Died For Beauty”

sharingpoetry:

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room. 

He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said. 

And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names. 

(submitted by knight-of-void)

andweallgothurt:

travis wall class- riot rhythm