“I open my chest and birds flock out.
In my mother’s garden, the roses flare
toward the sun, but I am an arrow
pointing back.”— Cathy Linh Che, “Pomegranate,” featured by the Poetry Society of America (via bostonpoetryslam)
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im going to the forest does anybody want anything?
pined cone
bring back hozier
mothman
















