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Moon tears

wordswritteninsilence:

And the moon cried
As we simply stared
And marvelled at the stars
And how bright it shone
In the night skies

No one noticed
The tears were the stars

These days people seem to spend more time taking pictures than looking at them.

bunmer:

redhester:

bunmer:


A young Jewish refugee with her Chinese playmates. Shanghai, China (x)

Between 1933 and 1941, it is estimated that 20,000 Jews escaped persecution by fleeing to the Chinese port of Shanghai. Shanghai was one of the few places in the world that would accept Jewish refugees at this time, Japan being another.

i am furious that i am just now learning about this important fact.

Because it has nothing to do with the USA being the superhero and saving all the Jews

bunmer:

redhester:

bunmer:

A young Jewish refugee with her Chinese playmates. Shanghai, China (x)

Between 1933 and 1941, it is estimated that 20,000 Jews escaped persecution by fleeing to the Chinese port of Shanghai. Shanghai was one of the few places in the world that would accept Jewish refugees at this time, Japan being another.

i am furious that i am just now learning about this important fact.

Because it has nothing to do with the USA being the superhero and saving all the Jews

(via thechroniclesofjaderhiannonpt1)

Sometimes words aren’t loud enough.

Walk barefooted amongst the Earth, dance to its rhythmic heartbeat, bury your feet in the warmth of the soil, or the cool of the green grass, frolic in fields of flowers, crunch through leaves and skip along stones. But most importantly feel yourself become whole.

—HoneyCoyote (via dehanginggarden)

(Source: honeycoyote, via entheogenicmushroomomens)

I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free… I want, I want to think, to be omniscient.

—Sylvia Plath written in 1949 at age 17. (via dontbesadlove)

(Source: learningfromthehands, via pouvoires)

Stale Panem et Circenses Mal

Melancholy, middle of the night.

No specific reason, nothing I can find.

Just the creeping feeling that something isn’t right,

Like when you feel as though someone is behind you,

Shadows fluttering in the corner of the eye, but you turn and you’re alone.

Alone. Maybe thats it? Too much time thinking…

But distractions won’t do. Once you see behind the curtain the bread will remember it is stale.

The circuses revealed to be just another sick lie, gaudy show.

Where the clowns cry, smoke & drink cheap whisky and the elephants go catatonic, eyes sad and dead, like blank screens.

La revolution de terre c’est mort. Poetry is immortal revolution.

My companions are hanging up their weapons,

Taking to certainty and cycles they once swore off.

Even the old fall back bag of drug-it-and-forget it

Fails eventually.

But I always knew that was coming.

Something feels wrong

In the fibres of my soul.

There’s something I should be doing,

Some state of being I need to find. 

Alone, haunted and confused by dreams vivid, emotional, colourful, real as reality, whatever that means.

To paraphrase Keats & Cranford,

I need to find something beautiful.

I need something true.

TJ Brown, 1:53am Sept. 20, 2014.

I’m high & I’m beautiful

thechroniclesofjaderhiannonpt1:

Sticky fingers,
I’m 5 years old and the sugar jar is almost empty,

Wanting,
So many wants,

I’m floating and feeling,
Pushing coated cocaine flesh against my teeth, my mouth goes numb and I no longer have any need to speak,

At ease,

I laugh at myself in the mirror,
I’m so fucking beautiful,
A messy dog girl,
Sniffing,
Snarling,
Licking up the spilt white powder,
Rubbing my clit until I bark,

I’m awake in the night,
Howling at the silver Moon,
I’d crush that rock and pound it back if I ever had the chance.

Cocaine heavens, star dust, Moon beams, celestial orgasms,

Wanting,
I want it all.

Not like a top.

Sometimes words aren’t loud enough.