Without you

I go to art openings

I splash naked in the ocean

I sit next to the fire

I laugh

I cut my hair and through glances

Without you

I work on myself

I think and focus and ponder

I wear sparkles

I drink

Without you

I make friends

I talk

I learn

I see

Without you

I cry

But less frequently now

Without you

golden jacket
like a suit of armor
it’s shrouded in spells
don’t look
don’t touch
don’t fucking speak to me
golden jacket
not spiked or studded
but layered and quilted
and coated in iridescence
golden jacket
keeps me warm
when i’m cold inside
enchanted with affection
so i don’t feel lonely anymore
golden jacket
hangs in my closet
waiting to be worn

I am always something different inside.

i found 12 fishes in my pile of salt. they all seemed quite pleased with themselves for being there, but i found them irritating and so threw them onto the neighbors lawn. it hadn’t been mown for weeks.

12 times i said your name and the battle scarred earth opened up and laughed in my face

Drawn: Maurice Sendak on his life and work ⇢

drawnblog:

I posted a YouTube video earlier today of Tell Them Anything You Want, a 40-minute documentary on Maurice Sendak who died earlier today. The video has been taken down, but not before I managed to transcribe the author and illustrator’s parting thoughts on his work and life:

I did some…

A home for Goldfish Toast ⇢

Pitter Pat

How selfish of me to see the rain as the embodiment of my sorrow, when tonight it skitters across the grass and soothes those deep aches with its pitter pat.

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Goldfish Toast rides out a storm

goldenplanetstories:

Goldfish Toast rides out a storm

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Goldfish toast and the evil lamp

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Goldfish toast and the evil lamp

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