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[leans against the wall flirtatiously] [leans too far] [falls over]

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Grow Up With Me (poem by Keaton Henson)

Let’s run in fields & through the dark together,
fall off swings & burn special things &
both play outside in bad weather.
Let’s eat badly, let’s watch adults drink wine &
laugh at their idiocy. Let’s sit in the back of the car
making eye contact with strangers driving past,
making them uncomfortable; not caring, not swearing,
don’t fuck. Let’s both reclaim our super powers,
the ones we all have & lose with our milk teeth,
the ability not to fear social awkwardness, to panic
when locked in the cellar; still sure there’s something
down there. & while picking from pillows each feather,
let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed, forcing us
closer together. Let’s sit in public with ice cream all over
both our faces, sticking our tongues out at passerbys.
Let’s cry, let’s swim, let’s everything.
Let’s not find it funny lest someone falls over.
Classical music is boring, poetry baffles us both.
There’s nothing that’s said is what’s meant.
Plays are long, tiresome, sullen, & filled
with hours that could be spent rolling down hills,
& grazing our knees on cement. Let’s hear stories
both lose our innocence. Learn about parents & forgiveness,
death & morality, kindness & art, thus losing both of our
innocent hearts, but at least we won’t do it apart.
Grow up with me.

lovely lovely

A woman sitting by herself is not waiting for you.
written by Caitlin Stasey  (via alilnugget)

(Source: mysharona1987, via homeboyslife)



fun fact: you don’t cure depression by telling me i have nothing to be sad about

another fun fact: you dont cure anxiety by just getting up and doing whatever it is that makes you anxious

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Wyatt & Fletcher Shears for Wonderland Magazine September 2014