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mgm-kitten-t:

Wolf by First Aid Kit

averageadventures:

A6 sketches for a swap with @eviecahir

averageadventures:

A6 sketches for a swap with @eviecahir

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(Source: posh-lost, via hlle)

favors for favorsfond but not in lovecharity standing orderson sundays ring road supermarket(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)car wash (also on sundays)no longer afraid of the darkor midday shadowsnothing so ridiculously teenage and desperatenothing so childishat a better pace

favors for favors
fond but not in love
charity standing orders
on sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
car wash (also on sundays)
no longer afraid of the dark
or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
nothing so childish
at a better pace

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art-and-fury:

Primus - Here Come The Bastards

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Laura Stevenson and the Cans- Beets Untitled

(Source: cousinmaeby, via bee-queen)

It’s too cold to smoke outside, but if you come over,
I’ll keep my hands to myself, or won’t I.
I would like to tell you about the wall eaten up

by the climbing plant—it was so beautiful.
Various things have been happening to me,
all of them sexual. The man on the bus

took off his pants so I could see him better.
Another man said, “Ignore him darlin’.
Just sit on my lap.” But I’m not one of those

who’s hungriest in the morning,
unlike the man at the bakery
who eats egg after egg after egg.

Listen. Come over: the cold has already eaten
the summer. I need another pair of ears:
from the kitchen I can’t tell if I’m hearing wind chimes

or some gray woman with failing arms
dropping a pan full of onions and potatoes.
This morning I need four hands—

two to wash the greens, one to lift a teakettle,
one to pour the milk. This morning, one little mouth
will not do. We could play a game

where we crouch on the tiles, two yellow dogs
drinking coffee from bowls. We could play a game
where we let the breakfast burn.

Outside there’s a world where every love scene
begins with a man in a doorway;
he walks over to the woman and says “Open your mouth.”
—Hannah Gamble (via star—girl)