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We must leave evidence. Evidence that we were here, that we existed, that we survived and loved and ached. Evidence of the wholeness we never felt and the immense sense of fullness we gave to each other. Evidence of who we were, who we thought we were, who we never should have been. Evidence for each other that there are other ways to live—past survival; past isolation.

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—	Mia Mingus

laughingsquid:

Please sir, no touching of the dog…

Let us deceive ourselves a little
while Let us pretend that air
is earth and falling lie resting
within each other’s gaze Let us

deny that flame consumes that
fruit ripens that the wave must
break Let us forget the circle’s
fixed beginning marks to the
instant its ordained end Let us

lean upon the moment and expect
time to enfold us space sustain
our weight Let us be still and

falling lie face to face and drink
each others breath Be still
Let us be still We lie secure

within the careful mind of death

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—	May Swenson, “Secure” (via Inward Bound Poetry)

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

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—	W. S. Merwin, “Separation” (via proustitute)

laughingsquid:

Shepard Fairey’s Tribute to MCA on Los Angeles Billboards

animalstalkinginallcaps:

HELLO, AND WELCOME TO PLANNED PARENTHOOD, YOU SLUTTY SLUT. WHAT’S THE PROBLEM TODAY? YOU WANT A SLUTTY MAMMOGRAM TO DETERMINE WHETHER OR NOT YOU’VE GOT SLUTTY BREAST CANCER? JUST KIDDING, OF COURSE. YOU’RE HERE FOR AN ABORTION BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES IT’S MATHEMATICALLY PROVEN THAT LESS THAN FIVE PERCENT OF OUR TOTAL PROCEDURES ARE ABORTION, EVERYONE STILL BELIEVES THAT ALL WE DO IS GET RID OF YOU AND YOUR ARMY OF HIPPIE BOYFRIENDS’ SLUTTY MISTAKES, YOU BIG OLD SLUT, YOU.

SLUTEVER, AM I RIGHT? TAKE A SEAT OVER THERE AND WE’LL SEND SOMEONE OUT TO DO A PROVOCATIVE SEX DANCE BEFORE WE GIVE YOU SOME NUDIE MAGS AND NIPPLE TASSELS. I HOPE YOU DON’T HAVE ANY LEGITIMATE HEALTH ISSUES BECAUSE THAT WOULD RUIN OUR NONSTOP SLUT PARTY.

NEXT, PLEASE.

kateoplis:

“i never lose sight of the fact that just being is fun.”

- katharine hepburn [via: meganmcisaac]

but writing down the words
alters what I want to remember
that which had no words
was a living breathing image
so now I have two versions of the same
today I can superimpose them
but tomorrow when I’m gone
only the words are left
signs evoking something
that no eye sees any more

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—	Remco Campert, from “Memo” (translated by Donald Gardner)

And now
I want to be left
without words. To know how to lose
what is being lost.

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—	Mirta Rosenberg, from “Portrait Ended” (translated by Julie Wark)

When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.

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—	John Lennon (via david) I really needed this today.