traumacatholic:

“In the evening of life, we will be judged on love alone.”

— Saint John of the Cross

Major update: Reader, I saw him

ashstfu:

my current obsession 🎀

elvedon:

In mid-April every poem starts with some version for “I want”, but I never tell you of the redbuds. Then I take what you said & shift by tendons. I slice my mouth in wedges for you. I show you all the places sunflowers used to grow. The persimmon sky crushed against yourself, & I believe again.

— Ana Carrizo, “redbuds”

So I’m in his part of the state for the next three nights… and I’m getting the sinking feeling that I’m not going to see him while I’m here

aidashakur:

You’ll never have to chase what’s mutual.

impenetrablecerebralfortress:

soul glo - diaspora problems

lunachix:

The Lunachicks

(source)

citizenscreen:

Lucille Ball and her second husband, Gary Morton, lived in this classic Colonial on North Roxbury Drive in Beverly Hills.

vaults-of-zin:

redchrominance:

yeah yeah the catholic church sucks but they kinda went off with the bronze sculpture behind the pope’s throne 

It gets better.

Anyway I love being a Catholic 🙃

simstim16bit:

Endless Summer

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