“we split apart, halved and quartered ourselves into smithereens and mosaics of something that was less like love, and more like salt.”
faultinourstarsmovie:

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twowolvesphotography:

San Francisco Pride Parade 2013
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bostonpoetryslam:

The Art of Poetry No. 94
“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.”
Thanks! Thanks for the submissions, y’all! Keep sending, and we’ll keep posting. May creativity spring unbound. -Serendipity

Thanks!

Thanks for the submissions, y’all! Keep sending, and we’ll keep posting.

May creativity spring unbound.

-Serendipity

It All Begins Now When the sun set, I looked at you and you looked back. You smiled and said something in Spanish that I didn’t understand.  "Hi," I said. We burned orange together, shriveling up and ebbing into that thick, felt-tip line between the glow and the land. You said nothing back. You only took my hand. It’s true that the world ends when the sun sets. But for us, it was only just beginning. - Jessie L.

It All Begins Now

When the sun set, I looked at you and you looked back. You smiled and said something in Spanish that I didn’t understand. 

"Hi," I said. We burned orange together, shriveling up and ebbing into that thick, felt-tip line between the glow and the land.

You said nothing back. You only took my hand.

It’s true that the world ends when the sun sets. But for us, it was only just beginning.

- Jessie L.