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poems in the summer stretch out

long and languid into late sunsets,

my thoughts melting like soft serve

dropped on the pavement,

my body reduced to some reptilian

instinct, drawn to the sun.

even after dusk I

take baths so hot I sweat, immersing

myself in heat as if to

purge something unholy from me,

drowning my most base needs

in this soup of contemplation.

but this week, clouds bank the

sky’s fire, a little taste of

(the weather where you are)

seasons’ change to come,

and even though the days of 

squinting into the light are not quite

through, the sun’ll be going

down so early

before we know it

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"i love..." playing cards from the deck i wrote on as a gift for my wedding annversary. 52 things i love about her!! these nine were her favorites <3

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oof

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Wild Geese

by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting – over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

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Something pulled me from sleep, and the first thing I noticed was that I was hard against her hip. 

“Babe?”

“Hmm?”

“You know those programs when you were a kid where you get points for reading books in the summer?”

“Yeah?” I yawned, morning light streaming in, falling across the bed. 

“They should have those for adults, but for orgasms.”

I was immediately awake. “Oh? Can I help you earn some points?”

“Do I get a personal pan pizza if I collect enough?”

“Darling, I’ll take you to dinner anywhere.” I settled between her legs, ready for my own feast.

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tfw you write a line that slaps so hard it ruins your whole life

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In tiny tub which is in the kitchen, Jo Ann reads a paperback while bathing. Apartment does not have radiator heat but it does have hot water.

Nina Leen, Life, May 17, 1954

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antique outfitted kitchen, east village. via the nytimes.

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9th st. Vintage for Ponytail Journal… NYC

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Patent Pending speakeasy in NYC (scoop: Dezeen)

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Tarot & Tropes Day 11

Tarot & Tropes Day 11: Love Triangle, prompt and tarot spread from @3am-tarot

You can only pick one: Page of Swords

Triads exist: Ace of Swords

They lay in the grass, staring up at the hazy blue sky of late summer. In a few short weeks, the knights would set out to ride their circuits, packing up their newly-minted squires to join them, off to separate corners of the kingdom.

“They can’t split us up like this.”

“They won’t ever be able to keep us apart!”

“Hey guys…what if we got married?

“Like…to who?”

“All three of us, silly!”

The pastoral scene was quiet for a moment, then filled with the riotous laughter of youth, of optimism, of the burgeoning first quarter moon in the afternoon sky, of love, of denial.

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tarot & tropes: day twelve

thank you to @3am-tarot for hosting! THIS HAS BEEN AMAZING! THANK YOU FOR READING MY WORDS! TO FINISH HERE ARE ALL OF MY GAY BB OCS IN ONE ROOM! as always, feel free to pop into my ask box with your headcanons or metas, or reblog to support!

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the trope: found family the spread: i don't belong anywhere / we belong together the pull: four of swords / seven of swords

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So far, life’s shown Carly she’s better off staying small than playing to win.

Putting oneself out there invites at least a fifty-percent chance it could all get smashed to smithereens, and honestly, she’s not sure she can risk it. The energy it would take to put Humpty Dumpty back together again seems just… not available to her again.

She looks around the room: Sophie kisses Max, who laughs, pulling Christina’s attention from the kitchen, and Micah catches Carly’s eye, winking as she accepts a drink from a smiling Tai.

For the first time, this feels like it’s for keeps.

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tarot & tropes: day eleven

thank you to @3am-tarot for hosting! oooooh baby this one's juicy! WHO ARE THEY? as always, feel free to pop into my ask box with your headcanons or metas, or reblog to support!

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the trope: love triangle the spread: you can only pick one / triads exist the pull: nine of swords / ten of cups

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He swirls his glass, thick fingers cradling the thin stem as tenderly as they’d teased milk and honey from your tongue, and suddenly you’re wracked with guilt.

He should be enough.

Who are you to ask for more?

What can they offer you that you don’t already have?

“You look conflicted,” he observes. Curious, not upset.

Still, “I’m sorry,” you say, even though he’s told you not to apologize so much.

But he doesn’t take you to task. If anything, he ignores your disobedience, rewarding you regardless.

“I want them too,” he smiles, and suddenly your world lies wide open.