An effect, a cosmetic

I'm a little uncertain about this thing called certainty.

“All those flowers that you never grew-
that you wanted to grow
The ones that were plowed under
ground in the mud-
Today I bring them back
And let you grow them
Forever.”

Bob Kaufman, from “(ALL THOSE SHIPS THAT NEVER SAILED)” (via sigh-twombly)

“I like missing you so hard because it makes me feel strongly that you are not a dream, you are real, you are living, and I’ll meet you again.”

– Simone de Beauvoir

He says ‘I don’t get it, why are you still a virgin at 24?’

He says ‘I don’t believe you, I’ve seen you walk, virgins don’t walk like that’

He says, ‘That ain’t natural, people are supposed to fuck.’

He asks ‘Why though? No offence though.’

I ask ‘When was your first time?’

He says ‘I was 12’

He says ‘I know what you’re thinking, that’s too young.’

I look at his knuckles, he has two good hands.

He says ‘She was older than me.’

I ask ‘How old?’

And he says ‘It’s better that the girl is older, that’s how I learnt all things I know’

He licks his lips.

I ask again ‘How old?’

He says ‘I could use one finger to make you sob’

I think of my brother in prison and I can’t remember his face.

I ask again ‘How old?’

He says ‘Boys become men in the laps of women, you know?’

I think of my mothers faced lined with her bad choices in men.

He says ‘If you were mine you wouldn’t get away with this shit, I’d eat you for hours, I’d gut you like fruit.’

I think of my cousins circumcision, how she feels like a mermaid, not human from the waist down.

He says ‘I’d look after you, you know?’

I laugh, I ask for the last time ‘How old?’

He says ‘34.’

He says ‘She was beautiful though and I know what you’re thinking but it’s not like that, I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man. No one could ever hurt me’.

– Warsan Shire, Crude Conversations With Boys Who Fake Laughter Often (via cactuslungs)

“The trouble with photography in general is that everything is interesting.”

Christopher Williams discusses his retrospective The Production Line of Happiness. (via moma)

“your name feels like rocks in my mouth
but I keep saying it because
cutting my lips on our memories
is the closest I can get to lying in your bed”

– Fortesa Latifi (via madgirlf)

I wish I could drink like a lady,

I can take one or two at the most.

Three and I’m under the table,

Four and I’m under the host.

Dorothy Parker

(via orplid)

“What are we doing to each other? Because I know that I am doing to him exactly what he is doing to me. We are sometimes so happy, and never in our lives have we known more unhappiness. It’s as if we were working together on the same statue, cutting it out of each other’s misery. But I don’t even know the design.”

– “The End of the Affair” by Graham Greene (via gotflavorlikeicecream)

“True beauty, the kind that doesn’t fade or wash off, takes time. It takes incredible endurance. It is the slow drip that creates the stalactite, the shaking of the Earth that creates mountains, the constant pounding of the waves that breaks up the rocks and smooths the rough edges. And from the violence, the furor, the raging of the winds, the roaring of the waters, something better emerges, something that would have otherwise never existed.”

– Amy Harmon, Making Faces