peggy
sydney, australia
20

claricedarlings:

the ham is melting, the turkey is suspended in midair, the salami is hatching from its own egg. why did we even come to the salvador deli

queerjolras:

queerly beloved, we are gathered here to gay

stagefour:

i made this tonight i think i’m so funny

stagefour:

i made this tonight i think i’m so funny


no take backs

no take backs

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

- there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)
tagged · words
alaskaskellum:

Something for my feminist theory class. 

alaskaskellum:

Something for my feminist theory class. 

He’s not the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.

verticalart:

You need to get out more.

verticalart:

You need to get out more.

cartimanduas:

Wash it down quick, Peach Fuzz.

tagged · sirens