#syllables

quaintobsessions:

What I go in search of resembles
troubled steps across steep rocks,

and what I listen for in music
is just as rough on the throat,

caught and drawn in. Nothing
is hard enough to fit this memory.

I’ve been listening for you,
I’ve been listening for your heartbeat,

and it flew past me on the wind,
but all I can hear is the sea.

mysharona1987:

sclr:

simply-eno:

I’ll torture myself with words unspoken,

Spared the rod for the child too broken,

My mother a liar and my father a coward,

I am a vile, bitter villain; rage empowered.

Concede with dissonance from what’s left,

You are only a victim of my failed time-theft.

written-w0rd:

Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

madmaudlingoes:

violetsandshrikes:

washington zoo has had it’s first armadillo (southern three-banded) birth in 116 years and the baby is so so so so so precious i could cry

congratulations to new armadillo parents Vespa and Scooter!!! (x)(x)

They named the baby Segway.

dried-roses-old-letters:

“There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive.”

thegirlthatcriesacademia:

Falling out of love.

Emily Dickinson // illustration by @/peopleiveloved on ig // Miranda July,No One Belongs Here More Than You//Taylor Swift,Gold Rush//Ben Davis, Sr. // artwork by @/lettersformagnolia on ig // radio silenceby@ninasdrafts // illustration by @/today.i.am.sad on ig