An afternoon poetry snack from Salt is for Curing by @sonyavatomsky. Because I’m so thoroughly enjoying this wonderful little book, in effort to encourage others to pick up a copy for themselves, I thought I’d share a portion of my initial reaction to it that I originally sent to @ghoulnextdoor, who recommended herself it late last year:
‘Each time I open the book to whatever page cares to reveal itself, it’s like standing in a quiet, shadowy space and taking a bite of something dark and rich with such complex flavor - raw in some places, scorched in others, sweet, salty, bitter, the blood-tang of copper, acidic soil, earthy and rotten, yet full of enduring and defiant life - there’s so much here and it’s composed in a way that feels so new to me. So I don’t want to rush through it; I feel physically incapable of doing so. I want to savor each poem, let it roll around on my tongue, down my throat and into my stomach, heart, and head.’
Me: HHHHUUUNNNGGRRRYYYYY
Daddy: what do you want to eat, princess?
Me: *rolls around and makes frustrated noises because I don't know what I want to eat.*
THIS IS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER
He doesn't even know
When you paint a room, you are making it slightly smaller
This is how to effectively protest
After UT Austin made concealed carrying legal in classrooms (while sex toys are still illegal) students took to the quads to fight back. “We’ve got dicks for you, we’ve got dicks for you. I’m the Oprah of dickage!“ Zander yells. And the movement is getting really huge.
Images: Ben Sklar, Twitter, Bumperactive
Alwayysss
I have a point to prove. For everyone that reblogs this, your URL will be written in a notebook and given to my psychology teacher, who believes that depression is a choice. You have until June 1, 2016.
Yaass daddy
more text messages here
If the name wasn’t already taken, Starbucks would be a great name for our future space currency