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thejournalofbisonjack:

(Cold) Water
In two seemingly unrelated stories, a scientist, using a specially designedsnowflake photomicroscope, has been able to capture ice crystals in vivid detail; and in the other story, a former beauty queen who for the last few years had been living on dope and glitter, was found frozen to death in front of the TV.

thejournalofbisonjack:

(Cold) Water

In two seemingly
unrelated stories, a scientist,
using a specially designed
snowflake photomicroscope,
has been able to capture ice
crystals in vivid detail; and in
the other story, a former beauty
queen who for the last few
years had been living on dope
and glitter, was found frozen
to death in front of the TV.

(via thejournalofbisonjack)

thejournalofbisonjack:

Monster
To write a poem, you must first learn how to build a house around a moment.It doesn’t have to be a big house, but it should probably have an attic, and a basement,just in case the poem gets out of control and you need some place to hide.

thejournalofbisonjack:

Monster

To write a poem,
you must first learn how to build
a house around a moment.
It doesn’t have to be a big house,
but it should probably have
an attic, and a basement,
just in case the poem gets
out of control and you need
some place to hide.

(via thejournalofbisonjack)

crazy-teenagers-in-love:

I always said to him, “I will love you, and I will be there for you, through anything,” and I meant it.

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crazy-teenagers-in-love:

I always said to him, “I will love you, and I will be there for you, through anything,” and I meant it.

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thejournalofbisonjack:

The Storm.
I am not the type to tie white string to the branches of trees, nor am I the kind of man to fashion a compass from a paper clip and a leaf; but today at the beach, as I dove beneath the waves of a rising sea, I hoped it was true that water does have memory and, after all these years, it might still remember me.

thejournalofbisonjack:

The Storm.

I am not the type to tie white
string to the branches of trees,
nor am I the kind of man to fashion
a compass from a paper clip and a leaf;
but today at the beach, as I dove
beneath the waves of a rising sea,
I hoped it was true that water does
have memory and, after all these
years, it might still remember me.

(via thejournalofbisonjack)

mostlyfiction:

I use your absence as inspiration
to make the pain of it a little more bearable.