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pyrrhic-victoria:

“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)

acelaurakinney:

hundondestiny:

lesbjork:

hustlerose:

im going to the forest does anybody want anything? 

pined cone

bring back hozier

mothman