sharkvoid:

*goes to make a personal post* actually you know what never mind better internalize this shit

(Source: ginkotree)

lifeinpoetry:

this body
is home, my childhood
is buried here, my sleep
rises and sets inside,
desire
crested and wore itself thin
between these bones—
I live here.

— Lisel Mueller, from “A Nude by Edward Hopper,” The Private Life

reallyreallyreallytrying:

life hack: u dont have to be a wolf to yell sad noises at the moon

thatwritererinoriordan:

auntiewanda:

elbiotipo:

virovac:

Construction illegally started here last year without the proper paper work. And implied threats.

This wasn’t even eminent domain, because they never seized the land they just started showing up with it still privately owned.

So, I live nowhere near here, but if anyone wants to try to do something I felt I should spread the word.

This should be something supporters of private land ownership and enviornmentalists both agree on.

Destroying a butterfly sanctuary to build a militarized border fence is one of those things that would be heavy handed metaphors in fiction.

Unfortunately this is real life.

Trump is so cartoonishly evil he tells a kid there’s no Santa on Christmas Eve and now is becoming a Captain Planet villain yet there are some people out there who somehow still see no problem. 

The sanctuary is taking donations to help pay their legal fees (referenced in article) if anyone can afford to donate a dollar or two.

(Source: texasobserver.org)

lifeinpoetry:

to want to hunger
the way our minds attach themselves with claw and teeth
to such thin things as hope

— Leslie Harrison, from “[When trees are dead they are],” The Book of Endings