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thejogging:

revenge, 2013

nail in hammer

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(Source: zacherywood)

whatmountains:

sarahjeanalex:

Jeannette Gomes brought us a poem.

SKY DEER

(via deercoloredsky)

pubgen:

///////////  PUBLISHING GENIUS GIVEAWAY  ///////////

Matthew Savoca’s novel “I Don’t Know I Said” is finally out next week, and we’re giving away THREE copies to celebrate. Reblog this post to enter, and the winners will be announced by the release date for the book, Tuesday, April 9th. You can also preorder Savoca’s book here.

Michael Kimball, author of Big Ray—“There’s a hell of a lot more charm in Savoca’s book than a novel about sad and smart twenty-somethings should ever have.”

Scott McClanahan, author of Crapalachia— “Man, this book gets in you. It’s like baby food. You could go to the store and buy a jar and eat it with your hands, but it’d be better to have someone who shares your last name spoon it out on your tongue. After reading it, you will say, ‘Give me more, Momma.’ I want more. MORE. MORE. GIVE US MORE MATTHEW.”

beachsloth:

Beaches of the Big North by Scott Krave

                Eyes itch because of tears. Typical EMOs suffer from this incurable ailment. Life can become so beautiful one wants to cry. Using the reverse scenario it can become so hopeless that one can only cry. Netflix can reduce both of these emotions. Netflix is the ultimate numbing device. Consuming culture through Netflix brings the passiveness of television onto the otherwise interactive internet. Streams from Netflix move people away from other people. Forms of communication can be pacified through this approach. Recognizing people one has never met is part of the internet’s appeal. By meeting someone before meeting someone a better impression can be made. On the internet there are no first impressions. 

                Leaves get all skeletal then get all dead. That’s winter. What’s strange is how new leaves grow after winter, oblivious to their own limited lifespan. Do leaves even realize when they are going to die? Do they feel it in their leafy bones? How did pine needles ever get so lucky? Did pine needles make a deal that in exchange for being painfully boring they are granted everlasting life? It certainly seems that pine needles beat the system in that regard. Perhaps pine needles are simply cowards looking for way out. This might explain why evergreens hide their seeds in pine cones. 

                Sex on every street corner should not be discouraged. Part of growing up is learning to care enough about people in order to have sex with them. This never changes. Horny teenagers can be from anywhere. It is the same thing: sweet talk, butting heads, mating, and sometimes procreating. It is not necessary to procreate. If it was then the teenage years would herald the beginning of so many families. Teenagers are difficult enough to deal with, and then add in crying babies and it becomes unbearable. In comparison to screaming infants teenagers are only marginally worse. At least infants don’t melt crayons onto apocalyptic teddy bears. That’s a teenage thing. 

                Dream waters are made for streaming. Every stream of consciousness requires at least one swimmer. A lifeguard of the stream of consciousness can save someone from getting trapped inside their own head. Oftentimes consciousness can become too much. That’s why the dreams are a different stream, one not paid enough heed. When one pays attention to the dream streams one can really succeed at navigating at life. Life is beautiful. Life requires strength borne after years of trying and failing. Without failure life would be boring.