thievery

mercurial revery of a thief

I am a stray bird

with ragged plummage

proud

but dirty and desperate

I scavange

sitting by the window with Cat as the sun sets View high resolution

sitting by the window with Cat as the sun sets

I am so bored
of these boys that
think think think
instead of feeling.
E. E. Cummings said it:
“kisses are a better fate than wisdom,”
and I am living it,
pressing my mouth to others’
as a way of saying hello.
I am six tons of emotions with a tidal
wave heart. I do not think first.
I act, I react, I aim to
fall over others like a rain.
Call me foolhardy, call me illogical,
call me a spitfire of light chasing
whatever explosion brought me here.
I do not know logic
as well as I know passion,
and (I think) you can taste
my fury desire to be alive
in my kiss.
Feel First, Think Second | Lora Mathis  (via lora-mathis)

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killerbeesting:

Bill Brandt - English poet, writer and classical scholar Robert Graves with his second wife Beryl (centre), 27th December 1941
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Bill Brandt - English poet, writer and classical scholar Robert Graves with his second wife Beryl (centre), 27th December 1941

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my favourite dream
to share your air
share your air
til dawn
— Kate Miller Heidke

dreamboatcourtney:

Truest self

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