Mama Never Told Me There’d Be Days Like These Because She Met My Father in Kindergarten and Carried Only His Name in Her Notebook All the Years Since [Exerpt], Sally J. Johnson

I go to my first prom as a sophomore by attending with J, a senior, a friend. He’s sneaking me and my boyfriend in. I don’t remember anything about that dance now except that J was the kind of friend who meant honestly that I could climb through his bedroom window if ever my house turned into a thunderstorm.

swingtanzerin:

Incredibly silly! Thanks!

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Shame, Abridged [Ruth Awad]

Walk a circle of salt
around the bed. A handful 
of leaves or feathers.
This is how we hide 
every moment we lived in the ground. 

~

When shame becomes your phantom hand that digs its nails into its fist. 
When you move it like a muscle just to feel your skin tighten. 
I was thirteen. I stood calf-high in meadow grass. Two high school boys, 
counting each pixel of flesh as I peeled the fabric from my body. 
Become a worse animal. Let your quills pin their eager hands to the dirt.

~

Here, my armor: a plate of bone beneath my breasts
and your weight on top of it. Your wife and kid waited at home. 
But I could feel them, too. 
The ceiling fan, turning and turning over, 
always above you.

~

I am the yarrow at your heel, leave your starved with me.

~

Your chest rising the way a bow draws an arrow. 
I want to teach this song
to the children we won’t make.

~

A lover said, You can’t make me fall in love with you
and just leave. It was like in the movies. What power
tastes like: knowing I could have him, even then. 
How that one-room apartment with no AC 
in the dead of summer made his skin wet, 
made me want to see just how cold I could be.

~

I’m trying out what it means to be a woman
and take out the world with one bite. 
Out of the garden and into the bog.

~

I am awake as any animal
under the star-wheeled night.

My skin a red slip
I could slick from my back
and start over

if I don’t get in my own way.

~

Behind the screen, vines cursive the names of ghosts, 
the faucet beads into the basin.  
Be the space between each drip.  

In the kitchen his calloused hand pins my thigh.  

I don’t want to be held that way,
but the body is already bones and dirt.  
You can bury it anywhere.

(Source: whatupprincess)

amazign:

djprincessk:

stop-hammerkind:

srsfunny:

Glass Blower: Sculpting A Horse From Molten Glass

WHAT

#this bitch just said let there be horse and there was

i thought this was a gif of a man fighting a giant angry slug

amazign:

djprincessk:

stop-hammerkind:

srsfunny:

Glass Blower: Sculpting A Horse From Molten Glass

WHAT

#this bitch just said let there be horse and there was

i thought this was a gif of a man fighting a giant angry slug

iknowhair:

12 Hairstyling Hacks Every Girl Should Know
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iknowhair:

12 Hairstyling Hacks Every Girl Should Know

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http://www.iknowhair.com/hairstyling-hacks-every-girl-should-know/

cavinmorrisgallery:

Melanie Ferguson

Satellite Track My Call, 2013

Handbuilt stoneware (coil method), sgraffito, oxide stains, crackle slip

15 x 13 x 9 inches

38.1 x 33 x 22.9 cm

MFe 1

twofingerswhiskey:

shuraiya:

beatonna:

lecinematheque:

Pumzi - dir. Wanuri Kahiu // Kenya

In a dystopian future 35 years after an ecological WWIII  has torn the world apart, East African survivors of the devastation remain locked away in contained communities, but a young woman in possession of a germinating seed struggles against the governing council to bring the plant to Earth’s ruined surface.

The main character is a museum curator in the future and also yes I would like see this now please

THERE IS NOTHING ABOUT THIS I DON’T LIKE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlR7l_B86Fc

Watch it here!

ihaveacleverfandomurl:

vthebookworm:

ragglefraggles:

when they say youre too old for disney

The hop, I can’t. I cackled.

some guys aren’t cool

these guys are

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWdFrw5DoJU (and then there are two more!)

coolthingsswd:

Ode to Apollo 11 and the joy of discovery

“May you pick up your tea when it’s exactly the right temperature, and may you happen to glance out the window when the light is just how you like it.”
becomebraver:

I HAVE FOUND THE CUTEST THING ON THE INTERNET

becomebraver:

I HAVE FOUND THE CUTEST THING ON THE INTERNET

"I chose the impossible. I chose… Rapture. A city where the artist would not fear the censor. Where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality. Where the great would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as we

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