“I remember
how seeing the shape of your mouth
that first time, I kept staring
until my blood turned to rain.

Some things take root
in the brain and just don’t
let go.”
T.S Elliot, Slow Dance   (via grammatolatry)

(via squeats)

“i am a lover without a lover. i am lovely and lonely and i belong deeply to myself.”
— warsan shire (via light-essence)

(via light-essence)

“And as an artist, if my parents were still around, I don’t know that I would be this free. I don’t know that I would be who I am. I don’t know that I would be writing, and I certainly don’t know that I’d be writing about the stuff that I’m writing about. I’d like to think that my personality has always been sort of upbeat and outgoing, but if there were someone who was like, “Yo, don’t write about your vagina on the Internet,” I don’t know if I’d be like, “You know what, dude? I think I’m gonna do it anyway.” I can’t say for sure.”

Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1949

(via anythingthatmoves)


Update! Our 2014 Chapbook Contest, which is in full swing, is now open through August 31st, and we’ve DOUBLED the prize money to $500. Don’t miss out on this opportunity to get your poems published and filmed by Button Poetry! Submit here.


Robert Redford and Meryl Streep in Out Of Africa (1985) directed by Sydney Pollack

She worked normal hours. She carried warriors to Valhalla, repelled Freyjan incursions, delivered barrels of mead to the honored dead. Often I’d come home late from my shitty I.T. job and find her with her feet on the sofa, helmet perched on a floor lamp, eating cereal from one of my bowls.

The first months were awesome and basic. We talked, ate, slept, fooled around. I taught her about brunch. As I fell asleep, she told me stories about the world before humans, about the great forest, the unpolluted seas, the empty blue sky.

— Vol. 1 Brooklyn | Sunday Stories: “Valkyrie”, via The Rumpus

ephemeral sculpture by Nicole Dextras, via lionskeleton

mixed media, including snake skin, dress, by louise richardson
(via leslieavonmiller)


mixed media, including snake skin, dress, by louise richardson

(via leslieavonmiller)



"dick is abundant and low value" i am screaming


(via not-your-manic-pixie-dreamgirl)

“I’ve experienced firsthand how the “model minority” narrative– this strange tendency to assume that Asians are simply a quiet, high-achieving community tagging along with our white brethren into a melting pot of joy–effectively de-legitimizes our voices in conversations about promoting racial justice. Leaving our voices and experiences out of the fight for racial justice erases our long, often tragic history in this country and homogenizes all Asians into one, high-achieving blob. Leaving us out means turning a blind eye to the fact that 1 in 6 Filipino-Americans and 1 in 4 Korean-Americans are undocumented, that Southeast Asians have the highest high school dropout rates in the country, that Asian American students are the most bullied ethnic group in classrooms, and that Asian women are consistently hypersexualized, objectified, and orientalized via widespread media representations. If you choose not to include us in discussions on racial justice, you are telling us that our struggles don’t matter.”
“I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself.”
— Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra   (via sisyphean-revolt)

(via free-parking)

“Allow yourself to be moved to tears by something or someone at least once a day, every single day of your life.
Allow yourself to be touched, to be affected deeply, to be broken every day on the altar of life’s sorrow and beauty.
Don’t let the days pass without holding them so tenderly. Don’t let the moments go by without realising they could be your last.
Rest each day in the house of gratitude. And then you will be able to say, “I was truly open and alive”.”

Jeff Foster


(via abiding-in-peace)

(via anythingthatmoves)