how alive? too alive.

And I would say I love you,
but saying it out loud is hard;
so I won’t say it at all,
and I won’t stay very long.

But you are life I needed all along,
I think of you as my brother,
although that sounds dumb.

And words are futile devices.

my face
my kandi
my soul

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enochliew:

Rieteiland House by Hans van Heeswijk
The centre of the building contains a central core that rises the full three storeys of the house. The core contains storage closets, a toilet on every floor, cables and a dumbwaiter. Laundry can be thrown into a tube that carries it down two floors to the washing machine.

enochliew:

Rieteiland House by Hans van Heeswijk

The centre of the building contains a central core that rises the full three storeys of the house. The core contains storage closets, a toilet on every floor, cables and a dumbwaiter. Laundry can be thrown into a tube that carries it down two floors to the washing machine.

andinbetweenarethedoors:

Tasha and I had a gooood day.

andinbetweenarethedoors:

Tasha and I had a gooood day.

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DWNTWN - Transition (Dillon Francis remix)

twentysixtypes:

Manchester original modern - Design - Domus
M by Peter Saville for the city of Manchester’s identity.
Source STILL LIFE

twentysixtypes:

Manchester original modern - Design - Domus

M by Peter Saville for the city of Manchester’s identity.

Source STILL LIFE

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you’ll never know

destroy myself with what I’ve given you,
my smile adhered to your empty face.
why would you fight fire with fire,
when all you have, to fight with, is a hose?

silently stirring fragments of memories,
unwillingly maintaining my view,
dream again, tonight of this,
awake, the morning cannot come too soon.

and to send me on a guilt trip,
and to ask for a souvenir,
is to send me into your world,
and to look into the mirror.

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woogity woogity

woogity woogity

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random improvised silent song

Dark is the night that keeps me so wild and free.

and I know you’ve fallen, and I can no longer be.

but in this world of dark midnight,

I’m still flapping my wings in flight.

and oh how cold, it brings you near

and oh how I’ll always hold you, dear.

I never know what to see in a world full so dark blue,

but if I may, if I might, I’ll fly with you.

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