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haikuology:

(type)

at six months shy of

my twenties i learned that dark

skinned girls who wear crowns

of dark jeweled curls and

stripes of yellow, black, and green

across their nude lips

who fall in love in

Februarys and kiss like 

daytime thunderstorms

and enjoy making

pancakes to jazz and moments

to messy poems

make for the best of

lovers, friends, and memories

that stick like hot clay.

i do not know why

this is. but these are the type

of women who make

Toni Morrisson

write Tar Baby and Coltrane

compose Afro Blue.

what it is about

these women, i do not know.

but it is you whom

are the teachers of

love; the women to name

our daughters after

the women to name

queendoms and constellations

and chapbooks after

the type of women

I will fall in love with in

each sense of the word.

it is women like 

you, who are the reason that

poetry exists. 

rlyhigh:

licklucifer:

you know, lady stuff

omfg
gastrogirl:

seared ahi tuna with chimichurri sauce, arugula, and avocado.
4/20

I once read that “we are the universe made manifest, trying to figure itself out.” This concept has always interested me and I swear I spend over half of my time thinking about it. There’s something about the unknown that fascinates me. There is a vast and unfathomable outer space and we don’t even account for a small fraction of it. The thing about us humans is that we think that we’re so important, so superior, so all-knowing. We don’t consider the fact that there are corners of the universe that we haven’t even begun to discover, that we are literally a single speck in a system that has been in motion for billions of years before us and will be for billions of years after. It’s just interesting that the universe developed itself into beings who are capable of intelligent thought and is now beginning to work itself out. The universe is an amazingly beautiful thing and at our core, humans are too but over the course of our evolution we have become greedy and cruel. What if we are the universe’s flaw? I quote from a friend, what if the universe is a like a matrix, and we are a part of it, but we became too powerful and are now figuring out that the matrix is a matrix and are trying to change it…but that was never what was intended to be? Think about it: of all of nature’s creations, we are the only ones who have tried to change it, and maybe it’s not supposed to be changed. 

I don’t know where I’m going with this. I just had a great conversation today and it just so happened to involve one of the concepts that interests me the most. I’d really love to continue it and hear from different minds and fresh perspectives.

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7beebi:

this looks perfect
"The devil is real. And he’s not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he’s a fallen angel, and he used to be God’s favorite."

- American Horror Story (via emmiinwonderland)

"Have sex. Have dirty, raunchy sex. Have sex in the bed, on the counter, in the car, in the bathroom. Have it everywhere. Have passionate love making sex. Fuck. Go slow. Gaze into their eyes. Learn every curve and bump on their body. Learn what makes them quiver. Learn what makes them cum the hardest. Feel their body and fall back in love with them. Just have sex."

- (via teafortulips)

(Source: stayy0ungandwild)


"You are more than words
and the letters that make them,
you are poetry."


- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)