February 2012
20 posts
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a poem about visiting home by brittany wallace:
“the answering machine at my parents’ house
beeps approximately every five seconds
i don’t bother to listen to the message
so it will not stop, the beeping
this house makes me feel strange
i always drink a lot of coffee before i come here
resulting in a long drive with manic nail-biting
so they look even more awful than before
i do...
if you message me a 20 mg adderall i will reblog every post on your tumblr
"Then there was the night I decided that if I ignored everyone
I would transcend,
so I covered my ears with my hands,
stepped off the porch and rose like a wet crow
and the sprinklers chattered to each other over the fences.
And "How long will you be gone?" my neighbor called nervously,
my neighbor whose saw I had borrowed,
and "Come down right now!" my landlord called out,
climbing to the roof...
La Pena, by Deb Olin Unferth:
I. Pilgrimage What we had decided to do was go to La Peña. We did not go to South America to do it. We were already in South America for another reason which we had forgotten. But then we heard of it, La Peña, and thought we should do it, though we didn’t know what it was. We asked a man and he told us we would have to go to the mountain. We took three buses and a...
January 2012
7 posts
“I’m sorry I was late.
I was pulled over by a cop
for driving blindfolded
with...”
– Compulsively Allergic to the Truth by Jeffrey McDaniel (via maryjaneward) (via fatherjohnmisty)
December 2011
19 posts
will anyone be on maui from tomorrow until jan 3, hit me up to hang out if you are there
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it looks like a christmas tree but it is really a giant bong
“Can you understand being alone so long
you would go out in the middle of the night
and put a bucket into the well
so you could feel something down there
tug at the other end of the rope?”
Jack Gilbert - The Abandoned Valley, from Refusing Heaven.
November 2011
44 posts
being an english major sucks because I don’t know how to read
