"i’ll cover for you like a slipcover covers a chair"

just a few


had this song stuck in my head for weeks

"It is not enough for me to stand before you tonight and condemn riots. It would be morally irresponsible for me to do that without, at the same time, condemning the contingent, intolerable conditions that exist in our society. These conditions are the things that cause individuals to feel that they have no other alternative than to engage in violent rebellions to get attention. And I must say tonight that a riot is the language of the unheard."
- Martin Luther King Jr. | The Other America. Grosse Pointe High School (1968)

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i want to talk about the last two weeks so i can remember everything

zenman1550: Pourquoi cette angoisse.

why french

update: still in love

on the road totally in love w things

wholeofthelaw:

playin a punk spot tonight gotta break the out the bad vibes

wholeofthelaw:

playin a punk spot tonight gotta break the out the bad vibes

(Source: desert-nausea)

Texas I can smell you

Texas I can smell you

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lovers - of - friends - of - friends

wanting to see a movie alone at 7 tonight, wishing it were later because i love that light so much and would hate to miss it

leaving in three-ish days, gone ‘til the 16th or 17th … maybe we will just never come back

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

therumpus:

Days you are sick, we get dressed slow,
find our hats and ride the train.
We pass a junkyard and the bay,
then a dark tunnel, then a dark tunnel.

You lose your hat. I find it. The train
sighs open at Burlingame,
past dark tons of scrap and water.
I carry you down the black steps.

get dressed slow

(Source: therumpus.net)

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