Some monsters at #tigerbeats 😂😎💖🎶🎉😘 @alessisaurus @the_barbary #philly #fishtown #friends #selfie #instasize

Some monsters at #tigerbeats 😂😎💖🎶🎉😘 @alessisaurus @the_barbary #philly #fishtown #friends #selfie #instasize

What last night looked like 🌈🌌🌼🌻🌺🌸😍😊 Good times @hugoclancy @antoniocarlone @pedalophile @geoawiyn @ohellyes #philly #colors #rooftop #marcjacobs

What last night looked like 🌈🌌🌼🌻🌺🌸😍😊 Good times @hugoclancy @antoniocarlone @pedalophile @geoawiyn @ohellyes #philly #colors #rooftop #marcjacobs

😘 #throughbeingcool @alessisaurus @the_barbary @stop_drop_rofl #selfie #philly #emoparty #friends

😘 #throughbeingcool @alessisaurus @the_barbary @stop_drop_rofl #selfie #philly #emoparty #friends

Cool kids ❤️👫😎🎶 #throughbeingcool @alessisaurus @the_barbary #selfie #friends #philly #emoparty

Cool kids ❤️👫😎🎶 #throughbeingcool @alessisaurus @the_barbary #selfie #friends #philly #emoparty

One last #tbt with my love @ali_kramer ❤️😘🎉All smiles #memories #friends #birthday #throwback #selfie #throwbackthursday

One last #tbt with my love @ali_kramer ❤️😘🎉All smiles #memories #friends #birthday #throwback #selfie #throwbackthursday

#tbt Ladies ❤️ plaid! 😉 Love this so much @ali_kramer @laurden01 #throwback #ilu #friends #memories #birthday #selfie #throwbackthursday

#tbt Ladies ❤️ plaid! 😉 Love this so much @ali_kramer @laurden01 #throwback #ilu #friends #memories #birthday #selfie #throwbackthursday

#tbt Being tan and happy with girls I love ❤️😘😎 @ali_kramer @laurden01 #friends #throwback #throwbackthursday #selfie #birthday

#tbt Being tan and happy with girls I love ❤️😘😎 @ali_kramer @laurden01 #friends #throwback #throwbackthursday #selfie #birthday

andiwannarockyourgypsys0ul:

fornicute:

stereograms:

say it ain’t so | weezer

nothing made me happier than the boys playing this song behind me on the hot pavement and the entirely of the group screaming SAY IT AIN’T SOOOOO in unison

Tomorrow ❤️❤️❤️

(Source: naw-that-aint-me)

Fall Parties

I cannot wait for fall parties. 

The invitations have begun to roll in. 

 

I used to think I loved summer parties 

until they got this year so sweaty and sad, 

 

the whole world away at the shore, 

sunk in sweet and salt. 

 

Goodbye, summer: 

you were supposed to save us 

 

from spring but everyone just slumped 

into you, sad sacks 

 

pulling the shade down on an afternoon 

of a few too many rounds. 

 

Well, I won’t have another. 

I’ll have fall. The fall of parties 

 

for no reason, of shivering rooftops, 

scuffed boots, scarves with cigarette holes. 

 

I’ll warm your house. 

I’ll snort your mulling spices. 

 

I’ll stay too late, I’ll go on a beer run, 

I’ll do anything 

 

to stay in your dimly lit rooms 

scrubbed clean of all their pity.

-Becca Klaver

So far…  😉☀️🌈 #onecrazysummer 😘❤️😎 #summer #summasummasummatime #summertime #80slove

So far… 😉☀️🌈 #onecrazysummer 😘❤️😎 #summer #summasummasummatime #summertime #80slove

Becoming a Book

When writers die they become books, which is, after all,
not too bad an incarnation.

                                          —Jorge Luis Borges
 
           for Ben Furnish 


All these years,
without knowing it,
I’ve been preparing for my rebirth
as a book. 

Each day
I try to condense
light and darkness
into one more page. 

At night
I count the pages left
before it’s time
to come back. 

Now that my destiny is known,
we need not say goodbye.
I’ll be there guarding you
from a shelf. 

-Howard Schwartz

saint-just:

Day man (ah-ah-ah) 
Fighter of the night man (ah-ah-ah)
Champion of the sun (ah-ah-ah)
You're a master of karate 
and friendship 
for everyone

(Source: , via thatswhatsuuup)

Onomatomania

  

the word for the inability to find the right word,

leads me to self-diagnose: onomatomaniac. It’s not

the 20 volume OED, I need,

nor Dr. Roget’s book, which offers

equals only, never discovery.

I accept the fallibility of language,

its spastic elasticity,

its jake-leg, as well as prima ballerina, dances.

I accept that language

can be manipulated towards deceit

(ex.: The Mahatmapropaganda, i.e., Goebbels);

I accept, and mourn, though not a lot,

the loss of the dash/semi-colon pair.

It’s the sound of a pause unlike no other pause.

And when the words are tedious

and tedious also their order—sew me up

in a rug and toss me in the sea!

Language is dying, the novel is dying, poetry

is a corpse colder than the Ice Man,

they’ve all been dying for thousands of years,

yet people still write, people still read,

and everyone knows that nothing is really real

until it is written.

Until it is written!

Even those who cannot read

know that.

-Thomas Lux

The Whole World is Gone

Driving alone at night, the world’s pitch, black velvet 

stapled occasionally by red tail lights 

on the opposite highway but otherwise mild 

panic when the eyes’ habitual check 

produces nothing at all in the rearview mirror, 

a black blank, now nothing exists 

but the dotted white lines of the road, 

and the car scissors the blackness open 

like the mind’s path through confusion, 

but still no clarity, no arrival, only Pennsylvania darkness,

rocks, cliffs, vistas by day that thicken to black. It’s 

sensual, though, too, and interestingly mental. What 

I do alone, loving him in my mind. Trying not to 

let imagination win over reality. Hurtling through the night

passions so spent become facts one observes. Not tempered,

just momentarily out of view by the body that perceives them.

Turning that into my prayer: to be deprived.

-Jennifer Grotz

#selfie for days 💟🔫 😑💀💭#Abrickandimdrowningslowly #InstaSize #ralphwiggum #simpsons

#selfie for days 💟🔫 😑💀💭#Abrickandimdrowningslowly #InstaSize #ralphwiggum #simpsons