Till we have faces.

"May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself."

- Neil Gaiman (via bookporn)

(via npr)

Source: bookporn

bindersfullofwomen:

Nobody puts baby in a binder.

bindersfullofwomen:

Nobody puts baby in a binder.

Source: bindersfullofwomen

"Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won’t adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words “make” and “stay” become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free."

- Bernard, Still Life With Woodpecker, Tom Robbins

was watching this on tv when I got a call from my love…who makes me this happy.

A very dear friend of mine just sent this to me—it is some of my favorite music ever written. Family whistle/wanna come?/ ask me again/ plane window/ it’s all happening :)

Source: SoundCloud / theuncool

"I am sweet,” says the jasmine, “and if you don’t like it, you can kiss my sweet ass."

- Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

From Pina Bausch’s “Vollmond” (Full Moon)

From Pina Bausch’s “Vollmond” (Full Moon)

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everything is sweet and gentle. and quiet and holy. grand respect, calm after the storm and violence of birth.

i can’t believe i pushed him out of me…she says, off the cuff…
it’s those things that are the wildest…hey so, real quick, would you be able to like, take care of him if anything happened to me and dave?
i dont even pause or blinkofcourse. of course. i love him so hard i can’t even see.
but what a fucking conversation to have! these are the conversations now! not dolls and games and mom and dad and songs and cute boys. (which has a whole new meaning….) here, right in my arms is the cutest boy i have ever seen. and he’s brand new and unknown and forming and shaping, i just never really expected this part…i guess i thought i’d have more of my stuff together by the time he came along. i’d be more ready for him.
hi andrew. let me whisper in your ear that i love you so.

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Zarina - Kanaio, Maui

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Text

there you are, heart

I wish there was a different word for you

You feel heavy and frantic

under my breastbone

right in the middle

I never feel you when you’re doing 

what you’re supposed to

keeping me alive an’ all.

Just when I know you’re crushed.

or embarrassed by too much

love.

I wish there was a different word for you

because this isn’t a love poem

I just want to take care of you now-

Put you in a conch shell - remember?

Won’t you feel good there?

I wanna take you somewhere else

so you won’t feel like this again

I’ll give you a new name, too.