firstfullmoon:

And Now It’s September, / BY BARBARA CROOKER //  and the garden diminishes: cucumber leaves rumpled / and rusty, zucchini felled by borers, tomatoes sparse / on the vines. But out in the perennial beds, there’s one last / blast of color: ignitions of goldenrod, flamboyant / asters, spiraling mums, all those flashy spikes waving / in the wind, conducting summer’s final notes. / The ornamental grasses have gone to seed, haloed / in the last light. Nights grow chilly, but the days / are still warm; I wear the sun like a shawl on my neck / and arms. Hundreds of blackbirds ribbon in, settle / in the trees, so many black leaves, then, just as suddenly, / they’re gone. This is autumn’s great Departure Gate, / and everyone, boarding passes in hand, waits / patiently in a long, long line.ALT

Barbara Crooker, “And Now It’s September,” [ID in alt text]

julykings:
“i saw a dragonfly with a broken abdomen + felt that place he touched on my side, a place i don’t think i’ve been touched before, a place i imagine being pierced by an arrow.
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julykings:

i saw a dragonfly with a broken abdomen + felt that place he touched on my side, a place i don’t think i’ve been touched before, a place i imagine being pierced by an arrow.

space-and-stars-and-space:

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When they catch you and your homie making out

tyson-ot-nw:

fernscully:

milktrician-hell:

im going to go insane

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Manic Pixie Dream MILF 

empathviv:

*Gollum voice* Gay little faggotses… sucking cocks all NIGHT… we HATES it

captoring:

captoring:

brendanicus:

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great rep of hot accomplished women with a fail boyfriend

I mean. It’s BARBIES dream dollhouse or whateve

coolsoup97:

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Attention Bajoran Workers