Sea of @BRANDNEWROCK fans go nuts ❤️🎶 #singalong #philly

Loving #InstaSize ! Finally an eff yew to @instagram crappy pic scaling 📲📷❤️😀 #friends #photoedit #philly @ah_ree @_corey86

Loving #InstaSize ! Finally an eff yew to @instagram crappy pic scaling 📲📷❤️😀 #friends #photoedit #philly @ah_ree @_corey86

@BRANDNEWROCK ❤️🎶

Day/Night #philly #skyline ❤️

Day/Night #philly #skyline ❤️

Tags: skyline philly

@BRANDNEWROCK and #ManMan ! 🎶😎❤️ @ah_ree @_corey86 #MannCenter #philly

@BRANDNEWROCK and #ManMan ! 🎶😎❤️ @ah_ree @_corey86 #MannCenter #philly

shallowearth:

Operation // Yuck

(via ifiwasnedrussin)

"What a world, you think: eat, work, fuck, die."

— Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems (via entoropi)

(Source: stxxz, via fuck-yeah-existentialism)

Cash Flow

Those twenty dollars missing from your wallet

remind you of the moment when you slipped

them in your wallet, thinking of something

else. These are the absent moments.

You touch yourself for hints of reassurance:

no wallet! Blood rushes from your face.

You find it though—it’s in a different pocket.

A narrow brush. These are the precious moments.

A blind panhandler taps you on the shoulder.

Absently, you pull your wallet from your

pocket, comb yourself for change. He thanks

you very much. He taps you on the shoulder,

hands you back your twenty dollars. Blood

rushes to your face. You thank him very much.

These were the missing moments. All is well

until he taps you on the shoulder, hands you back

your wallet. Blood rushes to your face. A close

escape. You thank him very much. Arriving home,

you’re missing twenty dollars. You comb your wallet.

You can’t remember. Blood rushes from your face

and fills your pockets. These are the narrow moments.

-Ellen Kaufman

Pretty #pool pic from today☀️☀️🎉🎉🎉 #summer #poolparty #fishtown #philly

Pretty #pool pic from today☀️☀️🎉🎉🎉 #summer #poolparty #fishtown #philly

The Trenches

It’s spinal tap day.

The sun floats into the sky, a giant blood cell.

Birds awaken from dreams of a beetle jackpot.

Gravely, your spoon pierces a soy Junket.

I tell you my assignment from Dad

is getting your pants on. To you, I add. Dumb.

You practiced befuddlement at the pew,

told us death was wafer-plain.

Now my ear traps your frantic bleat for God

like a hit of pond water.

Painstakingly, we accomplish the pants.

Your frailty deserves another whole poem.

This poem is about a spoon

carving scallop shapes into a cup of Junket,

and bearing the wet slabs of custard

to your tongue.

-Terita Heath-Wlaz

prettycolors:

#16454b

I Want the Certainty of Love in Another Language

You walked in like the light

From every sun that rose 

This year had exploded

Symmetrically from your eyes

I was uncertain—no I was certain 

I wanted your eyes to shoot 

Laser beams straight through me

It was certain we were soon to be

Bound by something mythological

It was certain that when you moved

The hair away from my mouth 

A locust in your eyes 

Moved farther afield

It was uncertain if one day

We would be saying 

I will not love you

The way I love you presently

It was certain we spoke

The danger language of deer

Moving only when moving 

Our velvet bodies in fear

-Christie Ann Reynolds

More images from this #weekend 🌈 ☀️💜 😘 #goodtimes #philly #friends

More images from this #weekend 🌈 ☀️💜 😘 #goodtimes #philly #friends

Beautiful #art installation at Irish Pol Friday ❤️So glad I was able to see it and hang with some great #friends #philly #beauty

Beautiful #art installation at Irish Pol Friday ❤️So glad I was able to see it and hang with some great #friends #philly #beauty

#America ☺️🇺🇸🎉

#America ☺️🇺🇸🎉

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