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frank-is-john:

Alex Kanevsky, Untitled

frank-is-john:

Alex Kanevsky, Untitled

With my words
I’ll make rocks
weep and trees
toss down
their branches
in despair.

In its heart
each object
guards a tear
so round
and absolute
it mirrors all
the passing scene.
Those clear globes
are the souls
of things.
I want to shatter
them. I want
to make them sing.

Gregory Orr, “His Grief,” from The Caged Owl: New & Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
bint-aljamaal:

In shaa Allaah :)

bint-aljamaal:

In shaa Allaah :)

People don’t listen, they just wait for their turn to talk.
Chuck Palahniuk  (via noopface)
wasbella102:

By Paul Bennett
Very Atmospheric

wasbella102:

By Paul Bennett

Very Atmospheric

wasbella102:

Fencing by Bryan Decker

wasbella102:

Fencing by Bryan Decker