memoryslandscape:

“a simmer of late summer distilled to dull yellow glow, thickening air like honey as mud daubers and dust motes drifted above like moments unmoored from time, and the world and the sun aligned, grew still.”

— Ron Rash, from “Woodshed in Watauga County,” Waking: Poems (Hub City Press, 2011)

rivetdove:

I love her little double chin ❤️

lukestarkillerisgay:

i said whoever burned the library of alexandria you’re moms a hoe

ruisi:

walking thru the streets late at night would be so Good and calming if I wasn’t scared of every man and car I see after 8pm