Porcelain Elephants

Love and Ratchet

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:50:55 -0400

My hair feels like hands
Even though my hair feels not
I can feel your love

I try so hard

Fri, 17 May 2013 14:26:15 -0400

I have tried so hard for YEARS to try and help my sister out with her life. And all I’ve ever gotten was disrespect and immense display of self-righteous ignorance.

What can I do when anything I do is worth nothing. I feel so useless.

Photo

Fri, 17 May 2013 14:11:53 -0400

nevver: The Sometimes, Always, Never 3-Button Rule

Wed, 15 May 2013 15:02:43 -0400

nevver:

The Sometimes, Always, Never 3-Button Rule

A Deeply Sunken Kind of Love

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:55:09 -0400

You’re the table I walk round and round.
In such a circle, eternally bound
From people who look for what’s lost and what’s found.

Your poisoned roots grow from my limbs
By the fear that grows not dark, but dims
And keeps me deaf to such lovely sound,
By the chains that keep me tied to the ground.

What this is, is that I fear
The infinity which counts each tear
And fills the moats of which surround
My sunken heart, which longs to drown.

oh yum!

Tue, 14 May 2013 23:12:28 -0400

oh yum!

laughingsquid: Amusing ‘Lord of the Rings’ Walking Directions...

Tue, 14 May 2013 22:10:40 -0400

laughingsquid:

Amusing ‘Lord of the Rings’ Walking Directions From the Shire to Mordor in Google Maps

oh goog. you crack me up.

To Forneverland

Tue, 14 May 2013 01:00:56 -0400

Avoid the first and thousandth time
That we will miss each other.

I would take you which way
And what way and that way
To the wayward ground
Which is almost as underground
As your understanding of running away.

You ran through the woods hundreds of miles
But this isn’t another mile.
This isn’t you from me its we from everything else.
Stop your understanding and Overstand it!
And maybe you will see that the journey
Doesn’t have to end
Once you start it,
And you will see that there is no finish line this time.

Only an endless wood.

Why I Prefer The Term 'Make Love'

Mon, 13 May 2013 23:33:15 -0400

stolenwine:

i once met a girl
who told me she didn’t like
looking men in the eyes
while fucking
because she didn’t like the idea
of letting someone
inside of her.

she told me not to use the phrase
‘make love’
because it implied that the act
was something it most certainly
was not,

i resolved to call it
the construction of affection
until the day i no longer had to
imagine
what it would be like.

when a boyfriend i’d had
for two years
told a friend
that we fucked regularly,
i told myself it was time to move
past him

and onto greener pastures
or at least some place
where the men could speak
full sentences to me
all the while maintaining eye contact
with parts of me
not made
to feed the children i hadn’t decided
that i didn’t want.

to move past him,
if only for the purpose
of preserving my deteriorating
romanticism.

for the longest time
i convinced myself
that fingers were still flowers,
soft and gentle,
until the day they felt like
chainsaw parts
putting themselves together
inside of my stomach.

until the day i could not wash
their petals out of my body;
until the night i tried so hard
i almost ripped myself out from under
my own womb,

an empty home
for a human being
i would never create.

i still believe
that whispers come from
bedtime stories
that kisses are a product
of constructing affections,

i say i’ve made love
twice every day
to everything i see.

in my mind,
the construction of love
does not happen
when one human being
breaches the walls of another,

but in all the moments
leading up to it.

i like to say ‘make love,’
but not in relation to the movement
of bodies in rhythm,
perfectly synchronized breath acceleration
and deceleration;

in relation to
the movement
of one human being
through the flurry of all that exists
around them.

too long ago to remember exactly when,
a woman told me
that there was not a word
for sex
that didn’t make it seem
like something it wasn’t.

i told her
that sex was only
a very small part
of making love.

Ask

Mon, 13 May 2013 01:02:13 -0400

People ask for asks because people want other people to be interested enough to take hammer to that crack in the dam holding back all the pain and suffering and happiness and joy and lust and love and wonder and awe.

Such a little thing, a question, a comment, some criticism…but such is enough to change paradigms, feelings, perspectives.

Wouldn’t you like to be the person to change a life?

I’m not talking about online chat forums or social media that hangs in front of a blue dashboard, I’m talking about getting outside and stepping on the path of someone else, a lover, stranger, acquaintance, parent, and shifting something in their mind.

Why not? There’s not nearly enough to lose,

So go and find something by giving something:

A blank line

At the end of a question.

Finals...yeah i know this is the billionth post you've read about it....

Mon, 13 May 2013 00:44:00 -0400

holy shit i’m gonna fail!

eh…..

holy shit I don’t give a shit!

What is Tumblr Good For?

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:25:00 -0400

When I finish such work
On my own
I can’t help
But feel sad
After it is over,
Because my touch
Is envied
By the one
Who should have
Crossed the finish line.

Past Recollections

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:25:00 -0400

I was dancing on the two legged table
When I first realized that I took things not touchable
And risk was what I took from you.

I was sitting on a porch in the daytime
Swinging over the footsteps taken not so lightly
When I realized that I had no where to belong

I was walking down the aisle of the fold
Of the note I gave you that said “I’m very sorry”
When I long realized
That I wasn’t very sorry at all.

mu5icliz: ladylorax: edamane: lolsofunny: What happens when...

Sun, 12 May 2013 18:48:38 -0400

mu5icliz:

ladylorax:

edamane:

lolsofunny:

What happens when you burn a hole in a CD and blow air in it.

well okay then

SCIENCE

Science you’re drunk again

Science should always be drunk.

at least science is a happy drunk

"Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts. Let..."

Fri, 10 May 2013 15:40:11 -0400

“Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts. Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.”

- The Bible; Proverbs 31:6-7 (via cadet-kelly)

My completed physics journal cover art. :)

Fri, 10 May 2013 13:33:00 -0400

My completed physics journal cover art. :)

fasterfood: did obama just start a rap battle with jay-z I...

Fri, 10 May 2013 10:42:22 -0400

fasterfood:

did obama just start a rap battle with jay-z

I LOLED so hard at this.

Bound

Fri, 10 May 2013 02:00:37 -0400

The concrete in the corner
Has dried up
With your feet facing the window

The bucket sits there
And waits for the concrete to crumble
And your foot to move it forcefully against the wall

So tactfully placed,
Dented and misshapen,
Other times you tried to kick it
It wouldn’t move

I thought you’d know
Teardrops are as dense as lead
At least to the woman standing on the other side
Of your window.

Your Chapped Lips Look So Beautiful

Thu, 09 May 2013 18:00:00 -0400

In my dream last night
You kept on licking your lips
You wouldn’t stop it
And I tried to give you a gift
But I didn’t
I don’t know why I don’t
Well, either that, or you don’t know why
I can’t seem to figure that out

But you did look beautiful
Maybe it was your hair
Or the life in your belly
Maybe it was because it was tickling your insides,
I don’t remember.

We were on our porch
Looking out on the lake
And the light hit your face
Which reflected in my eyes
When you laughed so full and loud

And you looked at me
Like I looked at you
On the bed with the evergreen comforter
The day I told you

I love you

Photo

Thu, 09 May 2013 13:41:15 -0400