Mind Scribbles
eleanors-clothes:
“ silvernoctuary:
“ “ Schoep, a 19 year old dog, is taken into the lake every night by his owner, John, to help soothe his arthritis and help him fall asleep.
”
this is love. this is love. this is love.
”
Amazing.
”

eleanors-clothes:

silvernoctuary:

Schoep, a 19 year old dog, is taken into the lake every night by his owner, John, to help soothe his arthritis and help him fall asleep. 

this is love. this is love. this is love.

Amazing.

atticaliveshere:

I miss our blue blanket.
I miss the smell of your mother’s bathroom soap.
I miss baking brownies together.
I miss walking into my house 10, 15, 30 minutes past curfew.
I miss blasting Tera Melos in your car.
I miss drinking with you.
I miss having the house to ourselves.
I miss showing you the summer triangle– Vega, Deneb, and Altair.

God only knows if we’ll have another summer like that.

atticaliveshere:

You are a Christmas tree, lit up and warm among the snow.
You are the kick drum.
You are a fall sweater.
You are a quarter on the floor of an arcade.
You are the first album I ever heard by a band that I fell in love with.

February

atticaliveshere:

I hope that someday
I get you
so drunk
that you cry
and
tell me you wish

we never broke up.

I hope that the next time
you spin that record,
you remember

I gave it to you our first (and maybe only)

Christmas
together.

Remember walking me
down the block
in six feet of snow? It seemed
as high as
you.

As high as
you
were
when we looked out over the cars
and onto the land
where
semen stained the mountaintops.

atticaliveshere:

Ripe cherries, swollen fruit–
the next day it will be rotten.

Salt butter, brown syrup, whipped cream.

W e a r e
Stacked like pancakes.

And you are
gentle, like a father with a firm hand.

Poets don’t have an ‘audience’: They’re talking to a single person all the time.
atticaliveshere:
“I miss the sunlight in your house.
”

atticaliveshere:

I miss the sunlight in your house.

nothing will ruin your 20s more than thinking you should have your life together already.
I need to write this on every wall of my room. (via thisyearsgirls)
how you make love without dick tho?
Anonymous

kahlo-kid:

sonoanthony:

  1. You use water color to paint on her skin
  2. You wash her hair/ help her with her hair 
  3. Cuddle up naked in the dark talking about your goals 
  4. When she’s crying you hold her until she stops 
  5. if you think she needs something you get it (ex. if her period is coming up soon you go to the store and buy ice cream/chocolate) 
  6. Wake up before her and make her breakfast
  7. sliding your finger from her forehead to the back of her ear to fix her hair to get a better look 
  8. Walking her home when it’s really late to make sure she gets home safe
  9. Surprising her with concert tickets to her favorite artist 

All of this is making love. I’m sorry society has failed you and you think the only way to make love is shoving your dick inside of her. 

This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read