typical texts between my brother and me #5
- Me: Also I'm sitting across from a dude with dreads who is actually seat-dancing with his sandwich.
- Brother: What is seat dancing?
- Me: Dancing while seated. Like car dancing but not in a car.
- Brother: Oh word. I respect the hell out of that.
- Me: I thought you might.
- Brother: I was seat dancing with my milkshake from Friendly's today.
- Me: That shit is seriously worth dancing for.
18th century poesy ring. Inscription reads:
Many are the stars I see but in my eye no star like thee.
You look at
a mulberry leaf
like a silkworm does, with all your insides. - Yusef Komunyakaa, from “The Brain to the Heart” (via the-final-sentence)
from the-final-sentence
a mulberry leaf
like a silkworm does, with all your insides. - Yusef Komunyakaa, from “The Brain to the Heart” (via the-final-sentence)
Being here, by Mark Garry, thread pins, beads
from 4doors
Click-through for a photo slideshow of Timm Rautert’s work capturing the Amish and Hutterites, and for a description of his efforts “photographing-those-very-uncomfortable-with-being-photographed”: http://nyr.kr/KSyRFs
I’ve been here before, dreaming myself backwards, among grappling hooks of light.
- Yusef Komunyakaa (via sleepinginthesnow)
from sleepinginthesnow





