awed-frog:

This is both amazing and profoundly irritating – the exact writing equivalent of that thing artists do – you know, how they’ll mess up anything that’s on expensive paper and planned in every single detail but get them doodling during a boring lesson and suddenly they’re Michel-bloody-angelo.

Source: awed-frog

hawkakux:

haiku-robot:

meleedamage:

Help me obi Juan whoever the fuck you are…. You’re my only ho.

help me obi juan
whoever the fuck you are…
you’re my only ho

^Haiku^bot^6. I detect haikus with 5-7-5 format. Sometimes I make mistakes. | Who do I read? | Contact | HAIKU BOT NO | Good bot! | Meep morp! Zeet!

This is the best haiku bot has ever done goodbye

Source: bob-belcher

kaylabarart:

93% Stardust, Nikita Gill

i really wanted to do so much more with this, so there may be a follow up comic later if i feel up for it. i love the ipre crew.

Source: kaylabarart

elanormcinerney:

Index of First Lines | Emily Dickinson: The Complete Poems

Source: elanormcinerney

I don’t love you loud or monstrously. I don’t love you like a hurricane loves a city or a bullet loves flesh. I don’t love you like the writer in me wants to love you. I don’t love you in a way that makes good television. I don’t love you as if you were cursed and broken and imploding, as if you were a grenade waiting for my words of regret and grief. I don’t love you like I’m waiting for you to explode and burn every part of me that wanted to believe what little we had was immortal. I don’t love you so my heart can bleed all over my fingertips and I can call the stains art. I don’t love you so I can one day hate you.

I love you and there is no explosion.
I love you and instead, there is quiet.

(I love you in the way that creates, not destroys)

in the beginning, there was you, me and the light; g.p.
(via jadziad)

soybean525:

This had better character development than most movies I’ve seen lately

Source: untuckedqueens

John Darnielle on “Love Love Love”

tumblabby:

“The point of the song is we are very well damaged by the legacy of the romantic poet, that we think of love as a thing that is with strings and is this force for good and then if something bad happens thats not love…I don’t know so much about that I don’t know that the Greeks weren’t right, I think that they were, that love can beat a path through everytihng, that it will destroy alot of things on the way to its objective which is just its expression of itself. You know my stepfather mistreated us terribly quite often, but he loved us and well, that to me is something worth commenting on in the hopes of undoing aot of what I percieve is terrible damage, yet we talk about love as this benign comfortable force: it is wild.“

yourlipstastejustlikemoney:

– Rupi Kaur

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shrineofelena:

juniqs:

mahdic:

amir khusrow (1253–1325 CE)

this changed my life

this was written before the printing press was invented and it still sounds like a modern day shitpost

Source: mahdic

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside your ribcage.

E.E. Cummings (via lovelustquotes)

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