im aiming for the “shes a badass and cute as hell but I wouldn’t touch her without asking” look
Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous).
— Joshua Glenn Clark (via thexpotent)
My thing is, have sex whenever you decide to want to have sex. You want to have sex on the first night, go ahead. You want to have sex after 20 dates, go ahead. You want to never have sex, go ahead. People think that someone’s sexual choices actually coincide with their personality. If all you can think of someone’s worth is whether they want to have sex or not, then the problem is probably you.
She took his hand
so he brought her to his country:
‘See it is dry’: and
it was a light field, water,
a tree loud as water
in that wind.
— In your country
there is a light field, water.
Your body is in this wind,
I am in your mouth, your hand.
The angels we made in the snow
are blown and the shapes at the snow’s edge
are only themselves again
and we our taller selves
smoke between the house and the woods’ edge,
dying to come in or have snow:
— Does he love her? She loves,
he loves, everyone here loves longing.
— "The Summer House," Jean Valentine (via commovente)
when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written
it’s quite often an expression of trust
because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart
little pieces of the artists themselves
and if they’re willing to share it with you
you should appreciate it
it’s like on the one hand i’m tryna be a nudist gardener living a life of meditative solitude in a mountainside cabin i built myself but on the other hand all i want is to be the biggest punk that ever was