Since all I’ve done for weeks is post instagam pictures and tweets on here, I’ve decided to try writing a series of poems. I’m going to attempt to post a poem a day, just free writing, nothing fancy, nothing overly revised or old. Something that spills from these fingers at that moment.
We can’t jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can’t take skinny dips in the ocean, because there’s no service on the beach and adventures aren’t real unless they’re on Instagram. Technology has doomed the spontaneity of adventure and we’re helping destroy it every time we Google, check-in, and hashtag.
Jeremy Glass, We Can’t Get Lost Anymore (via wendesgray)
An estimated 10 million Britons still suck down cigarettes faster than a troupe of aging rockers in rehab straining to cough out another hit tune. In the UK, cigarette butts sully streets and parks everywhere. What if this nasty habit could contribute to, rather than subtract from, the beauty of outdoor spaces? Cigg Seeds aim to do precisely that. A variety of smokes outfitted with biodegradable filters that contain wild flower seeds, they sprout and blossom into wildflower meadows when finished and flicked, or deposited on the ground. Butts into blooms. Cigarettes into snowdrops—the floral not frozen variety, to be sure.
John Maynard Keynes (via livejamie)
Mona thinks she’s a dog, and always wants belly rubs. #weirdcats
#Snatches having #Discussions
Every morning there were planes
The shiny blades of pagan angels in our father’s skies
Got my Decadence ticket in!!!! Hello hello, lets bring in this new year right!!
Hello everyone. Meet Ducky.
Just in case….
Happy Halloween (yesterday) 🎃👻🎉
You were right about the stars, Each one is a setting sun