Brain Rain By .simstorm Via Flickr

Say you do start over 
& the deer in your brain start chasing rabbits. Say you decide to be less a creature of the earth and more a thing of air. The sun waiting on your arrival like you were always meant to be there. The moon looking you in the eye from afar and calling you by name.

Kelsey Danielle, “Your Edge Don’t Fit” (via pigmenting)

I’m currently rereading Life On Mars by T.K Smith & I swear my feet might be grounded in this old city but my head is somewhere in between a burning star & the edge of a distant galaxy. 

Eighty-nine (source)

changing of the seasons - two door cinema club

part of scientists fear is inspired on a story my neighbor told me about this boy she used to date. last nite i gave her a copy of my new zine & just got a text from her saying that particular poem was her fav. poetry whispers names and memories to people.  

You will reach

for a door and suddenly you’ll be out in the wind touching all the

horribly beautiful things. You’ll say this moment is not my enemy and

sometimes you’ll believe it.

— Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, from “What It Takes To Leave A House,” published in Lambda Literary