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Feb 27

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Feb 08

62172
Jan 22
My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
But I never liked numbers, they would always
twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
to speak in colors instead.

January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.

February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.

April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.

April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.

May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.

June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.

Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.

But you,
you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow:
the color of sunlight after a period of darkness.
Kelsey Danielle, “A Diary of Colors”  (via cottonbutts)

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Nov 17

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102386
Nov 15
Avoiding people. I avoid people that I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia, but it’s also a habit.
Morrissey, 1984 (when asked what his worst habit was)

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Nov 10
vainajala:

Lee Jung // You, You, You…

vainajala:

Lee Jung // You, You, You…


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Nov 07
wmagazine:

Bjork with her son in Iceland, 1993. 
Photo by Juergen Teller. W Magazine January 2013. 

wmagazine:

Bjork with her son in Iceland, 1993.

Photo by Juergen Teller. W Magazine January 2013. 


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Oct 26

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Oct 20