(Source: koolkids-of-seoul, via coffeeandclifbars)
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But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
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Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.
Matched by Ally Condie (via jenaheatstoomuch)
(Source: lostinthesounds, via thelunasphere)
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I am writing a book on how to write a book so I can learn how to properly explain why you look better with the lights on. I listen to a song but it doesn’t mention your name so I stop listening to the song. Your heart is noise pop. White noise is ghosts missing the streamers that fall from your ears while you sing in the car. Vermont is not far if you are already in Vermont. My cat looks at me and then walks away. He is named either after a famous musician or a body of water. There are so many words I refuse to learn how to spell. Still, I spell check your thighs after I bend you over my desk. I spell check the inside of your left ear while you bite yourself on the kitchen table. Prostrate. Today I am writing in grunts, I am playing in fonts. My chest hair is size 44 Comic Sans. My eyebrows are whittled away before I leave the mall. I have sat under the same sun as you for 25 years. Sometimes I have walked under the same sun as you. Once, I played tennis under the same sun as you. Repetition sun. Staccato sun. Wrinkled sun. I tell your skin that covers your clavicle We’ve got at least 53 more years of holding hands on a bench under the same sun. The sequel to this poem is John Cusack holding a boombox over his head under barely any sun. Fact: I want to kiss your nose even when I’m not inside you.
“Please move to Vermont and break my heart,” Gregory Sherl (via coffeeislovely)
(Source: commovente, via coffeeurlgirl)
I love this time of the year when farmers markets start happening in the evening downtown. There’s nothing better at the end of the day than a stroll through the market, basket in hand, the smell of fresh fruit and herbs in the air. After a recent visit to our local farmers market, we stopped off for a walk in the now golden Bay Area hills, before heading home to make Red Roasted Carrots and a Chard Quiche for dinner.
Hope you have time to make it to your local farmers market this weekend!
Artwork & Recipe by Erin Gleeson for The Forest Feast
