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-- Kassy--
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Binghamton University
"   I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. Probably not even real.   "
House of Leaves (Mark Z. Danielweski)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via wordsthat-speak)


A man with OCD recites a poem about his one true love. It’s heartbreaking.

(Source: loversneedlawyers)

→ did you know?: Comedian Demetri Martin wrote a poem that reads the same forward and backwards.



Poem: Dammit I’m mad.

“Dammit I’m mad.

Evil is a deed as I live.

God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.

To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.

Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?

Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.

I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.

Ah, say…