You sit on the porch swirling
your wine. Red. Tomorrow, there’ll be an ache
in each temple and the pillow will row
the scent of a French vineyard further
from your tongue, your night-breath
branched through the batting’s
cotton. Not now, though. Not now,
even though the universe is moving
away at too many goddamn miles
per second to count. Lately, you’ve counted
August cicadas dried to the sides of cars,
mailboxes. You found one stilled
in the middle of the sidewalk,
pinched its dry thighs but the shell
wasn’t empty and so rang like a house
broken into. Lately, you’ve set off alarms
without even trying. Lately, you step
from the summer porch as if
toward something you’d steal.
Anna Journey, Alarm (via oofpoetry)

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Keira Knightley as Elizabeth Swann in Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest (2006)

Keira Knightley as Elizabeth Swann in Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest (2006)

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I think it’s brave to try to be happy.
Vivian, Pushing Daisies  (via northern-scar)

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17
Youth Lagoon
The Year Of Hibernation

When I was seventeen,
My mother said to me:
"Don’t stop imagining, the day that you do is the day that you die."



untrustyou:

Mike Fleming - You are (on) an island (UK)

untrustyou:

Mike Fleming - You are (on) an island (UK)