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➜ Shake the Dust

This is pretty funny, pretty cool, and made me smile prettily 

shadow-user:

This is for the little brothers

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For the girls with the brothers who are going crazy,

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For the kid who’s always late to class because he forgets the combination to his lockers,

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Shake the dust.

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This is for the hard men who want love,

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but know it won’t come.

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For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to and then are never spoken to.

Continues to the end of the poem here

TWLOHA’s Heavy and Light 2014, Orlando

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TWLOHA’s Heavy and Light 2014, Los Angeles

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Amazing.
From The Wishing Bone Cycle courtesy of jonklassen2, 50watts, and Stopping Off Place.

Amazing.

From The Wishing Bone Cycle courtesy of jonklassen2, 50watts, and Stopping Off Place.

Amos & Boris

by William Steig, pictures courtesy of Stopping Off Place

I very much like this poem

Our Imaginary Childhood by Sara Watson

There were eleven of us altogether: Winnie, River, Mary Jane, Dahlia, Honey, Ruby, Sofie, Izzy, Kid, Jack, and me. We slept in a pile like puppies. Each night we dreamed the same dream, wherein one of us declares her love for the others. In the morning, nobody could quite remember just who had said just what. Our parents spent whole days in bed. We brought them aspirins and glasses of water, buttered toast cut on the diagonal. They loved us but they had headaches. What we learned from them was this: to never be sorry for anything.

Via PANK. Read from from Ms Watson there. Photo by Kevin Russ.

Supermaaaaannnnnnn! by Phil Jones
Happy Martin Luther King, Jr. Day

theshinyboogie: 
From nebula to red giant to white dwarf to cinder: the 10-billion-year life cycle of our sun
Painting by Davis Meltzer, May 1974 National Geographic

theshinyboogie

From nebula to red giant to white dwarf to cinder: the 10-billion-year life cycle of our sun

Painting by Davis Meltzer, May 1974 National Geographic

(via scanzen)

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