Juan Pablo Tavera
And I am alone, so don’t speakI find war, and I find peaceI find no heat, no love in meAnd I am low, and unwellThis is love, this is hellThis sweet plague that follows me

and my body’s weak, feel my heart giving up on me

La Dispute | King Park


When I was in the hospital
I was roomed with a schizophrenic
And she was the most gentle person I have ever met
There was a boy with a long deep slit across his neck
Who told very funny jokes
A girl who never spoke a word
Would draw the most beautiful pictures
The boy who shook with anxiety
Could hold the most intelligent conversations
Even the girl who screamed in her sleep and picked at her skin
Had a heart the size of the ocean
We are not who you think we are

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if we are talking in person and i accidentally spit dont even call out i saw it and im dead inside

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when an artist wants to show you their art

or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written

it’s quite often an expression of trust

because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart

little pieces of the artists themselves

and if they’re willing to share it with you

you should appreciate it

(Source: chainedflowers)

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A Japanese warplane Second World War lies wrecked in shallow water off Guam in a photograph which won Tony Cherbas second in the Topside category. (via)