Words.
it's just me.
Words.
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Dis hoe be bloggin at a birthday party
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well damn
well damn
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beeinherbonnet:

Today was a cold and rainy type day - I spent it huddled inside painting these tiny planets for a new piece in the works.
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free-parking:

Dan Estabrook — Nine Symptoms, 2004
free-parking:

Dan Estabrook — Nine Symptoms, 2004
free-parking:

Dan Estabrook — Nine Symptoms, 2004
free-parking:

Dan Estabrook — Nine Symptoms, 2004
free-parking:

Dan Estabrook — Nine Symptoms, 2004
free-parking:

Dan Estabrook — Nine Symptoms, 2004
free-parking:

Dan Estabrook — Nine Symptoms, 2004
free-parking:

Dan Estabrook — Nine Symptoms, 2004
free-parking:

Dan Estabrook — Nine Symptoms, 2004
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ionlysleepwithpoets:

Continuing the quote series, as I’ve gotten quite attached to words
This is a little bit in the style of rocketrictic, one of the artists on tumblr that I very much admire


rocketrictic reblogged my work brb crying
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"A poem begins with a lump in the throat, a home-sickness or a love-sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where the emotion has found its thought and the thought has found the words."
 —ROBERT FROST
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David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (twitter)