Lemme take you there.

I remember the wounds
From the salty ice cubes we put in our palms that June
And how the pond always tried to overflow and how we wouldn’t let it go.
We could never let it go.

So I fell down one day at the end of our driveway on a big rock with no mercy
It busted open my knee-
Saw a couple spills of blood (this was when I was afraid to bleed).
And I cried out to God, because he meant the most to me, and I screamed, “please don’t let me die!”
I saw a life flash before my eyes, but it was only me being afraid to bleed.
And you held it over me until I turned 18.

But, Nana died that summer, and she held everything together.
And we couldn’t talk about death or dying or how I had learned to bleed.
We just fixed our eyes on the projector screen.

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Diarrhea of the poem

shitmystudentswrite:

Then the poem shits to death.

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photojojo:

Who’d have known your stomach could double as a camera?

Two UK students, Josh Lake and Luke Evans, ate 35mm film and were able to process photos after the film, erm, came out!

Students Make Photos by Eating 35mm Film

(via keershton)

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You know what’s kind of beautiful?

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

(Source: timorleste, via xoxosincerelysarah)

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