BEN.

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The King of Compartmentalization.

Austin, TX

@cre8ivusername

 

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena (via sad-plath)

(Source: sad-plath)

I’d tear myself to shreds to prevent you from calling me a poet.

Or even an anti-poet for I am the apropos of nothing.

Daniel Borzutzky, from “Budget Cuts Prevent me from Writing Poetry,” The Book of Interfering Bodies (via lifeinpoetry)

gnostic-forest:

creativehouses:

Loft with a cozy living area

There would just be no need for me to leave. It’s beautiful, It’s perfect. 

gnostic-forest:

creativehouses:

Loft with a cozy living area

There would just be no need for me to leave. It’s beautiful, It’s perfect. 

lxxviii:

this should not have this many, yet alone any, notes

lxxviii:

this should not have this many, yet alone any, notes

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nickdrake:

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don’t forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there

(Source: fstratocaster)