it hurt when I stumbled across her.
she was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.
I wanted to pick up her pieces.
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see her happy.
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.
she was getting better.
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but she didn’t take me with her.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD
This actually fucking hurt to read.
THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ
Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.
beignets & cafe au lait (by kelly*green)
but your hands are gone with the rest of you.
I almost taped your face to the milk carton
because breakfast is empty without you sipping your tea,
and this is the only place I know to put
I watch the children on the five o’clock news
grow into adults by eleven o’clock,
except now they’re on the other side of the line-up.
Everyday, a mother loses her child ,
and it’s always for a different reason.
I don’t know what it’s like to get lost accidentally
because my whole life I’ve been doing it on purpose.
What a privilege it is to choose to be hidden
when most people can’t even find themselves.
This poem is bleeding,
so that means you must be kissing someone new.
It’s okay, you can go home now. You don’t need excuses.
I understand if the island you are sinking your
feet into is softer than I was,
but I never meant to be something you
could stand on to get taller.
There is a cup of tea waiting here for you on the counter,
and it’s vanishing as we speak.
I’m not making another one for a while.
I guess you’ll just
have to disappear in someone else’s house
Ten pictures that will make you love advertising
This right here is what advertising should be. Not sexualizing men and women. Just clever little things like this.
Total Lunar Eclipse (April 15, 2014) by Jasman Mander
"Her and Lost In Translation are connected to each other. They’re very much on the same wavelength. They explore a lot of the same ideas. This all makes sense since Spike Jonze and Sofia Coppola were married from 1999 to 2003 and had been together for many years before that. Sofia Coppola had already made her big personal statement in regards to love and marriage right when the couple was on the verge of divorce; Her would be Spike Jonze’s answer to those feelings. What makes it even more poignant is that Her never feels resentful or petty. It feels more like a legitimate apology. It’s an acknowledgement that, in the end, some people aren’t meant to be with each other in the long run. Some people do grow apart. Lost in Translation is about a couple on the verge of growing apart, Her is about finally letting go of the person you’ve grown apart with and moving on.”