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Sick isn’t so bad when there’s soup and my love

Sick isn’t so bad when there’s soup and my love

This is the world we live in.

This is the world we live in.

So glad we had to specify…

So glad we had to specify…

Road tripping home with this beauty. And also Alanis.

Road tripping home with this beauty. And also Alanis.

I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of taking pictures at the top of this hill #glassell

I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of taking pictures at the top of this hill #glassell

Just some regular b ball on the roof #werk

Just some regular b ball on the roof #werk

Hello nice to visit whats your wifi password?

Hello nice to visit whats your wifi password?

Welcome to the best tomatoes of your life

Welcome to the best tomatoes of your life

date night at home :)

date night at home :)

Salmon and Caper

Salmon and Caper

#tbt to that time I dressed up like Mary-Kate and Ashley for my 13th Karaoke birthday party at Applebees. #therealdeal Thanks @tveiga for this gem of a photo

#tbt to that time I dressed up like Mary-Kate and Ashley for my 13th Karaoke birthday party at Applebees. #therealdeal Thanks @tveiga for this gem of a photo

thetargetbird:

To enjoy yourself is to reveal yourself
as a heartbreak of irises
or the petals of a bomb.

To describe is to measure
the difference between
what we are and what we expect
to be: if seed,
then the boom; if petal,
then the plume; if blink,
then blink.

I blink and see the edge
of blood accelerate through
the window, if heart pounding,
then the room is empty
and you can see it clearly —

the heart is a bomb shoved
into a glass show and brought
to the party as our getaway plan.

thetargetbird:

All our wishes made us thirsty,
ready to risk the rain in an already
drenched summer and we’re distracted
by radicals: minutes incessantly reminding
us that we’re at the edge of where we can
still measure the increments of desire.

We welcome the morning informally,
thrilled to find ourselves: two halves
close to being reversed, leaving other
broken states in a house of ecstasy.

6x6

thetargetbird:

6x6: Writer’s Caravan
Was tagged by sunyoungwrites here to provide a few brief thoughts on writing, per the OP (@viperslang) here:

1. Why write?

Because it’s a privilege to be able to

2. Aesthetic

Multi-gradient, familiar strangeness, clean but not sterile

3. Process

Read three books…

Let’s examine this:

Miss is a word for a woman that has not been married.

Mrs. is an abbreviation of the word Mistress, used as a title for a woman that is married or widowed.

Ms. is a title used for a woman whose marital status is unknown or irrelevant (as in business).

The letters Ms. are not an abbreviation of a word, they are an amalgamation drawn from the letters of Miss and Mrs.

On the other hand, a man is just a mister (Mr.)

You see men don’t have to determine their sexual availability like women.

Laila Alsabahi  (via pearleyednomad)

(Source: faineemae, via pearleyednomad)