And I Don’t Want The World To See Me ‘cause I Don’t Think That They’d Understand When Everything’s

What would you be if there were no one who constrained your living space and time?

Trace Evidence, Charif Shanahan

it's amazing how ordinary objects can become so significant to only the owner

i pick at memories like scabs on juvenile knees

and i bleed when i could be change,

but i am both the bird and the tarnished cage.

i think some people are steel-toe boots and some of them are sidewalks;

some people live and learn the names of humans, of streets just to run away,

and some of them are cities forged and born to always stay.

and if life is a tree, i have to say, some days i want to leave,

but i think my birthmark is a footprint, and i'm bona fide concrete.

— concrete // melancholy galaxies (t.e.t.)

Come here, memory of him.

Tiffany McDaniel, from 'The Summer That Melted Everything'

well guess who took a lot of money to destroy oneself

“Summer arrives in a strawberry, sweet, juicy. As long as you feel its flesh on your tongue you’re unaware how. One minute inches into the next. But how could you observe awareness anyway? Or, for that matter, a thought? It grows in you, not as a sensation. (Nor like a baby or tumor.) An experience that you can’t hold on to. Any more than to the smell of lilac. Though it soothes emptiness.”

— Rosmarie Waldrop, from “Asymmetry (2)”, The Nick of Time: Poems

it was a stroke of genius to give James T Kirk a bitchy flip phone in the 60's, truly amazing to watch him slam it shut like a pissed off socialite girl in 2000's teen shows

Sufjan Stevens | Futile Devices

It’s been a long, long time since I’ve memorized your face It’s been four hours now since I’ve wandered through your place And when I sleep on your couch I feel very safe And when you bring the blankets I cover up my face I do love you And when you play guitar I listen to the strings buzz The metal vibrates underneath your fingers And when you crochet I feel mesmerized and proud And I would say I love you, but saying it out loud It’s hard so I won’t say it at all, and I won’t stay very long But you are the life I needed all along I think of you as my brother, although that sounds dumb And words are futile devices