Science Butts

Kelleigh. 21. Colorado. Queer. Magic the Gathering. Tattoos. Baking. Knitting. World of Warcraft. Coffee. Cuddles. Cute stuffs. Nature. Anatomy. Food. Horror. Crafting.

My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers
of my palms tell me so.
Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish
at the same time. I think

praying, I think clapping is how hands mourn. I think
staying up and waiting
for paintings to sigh is science. In another dimension this
is exactly what’s happening,

it’s what they write grants about: the chromodynamics
of mournful Whistlers,
the audible sorrow and beta decay of Old Battersea Bridge.
I like the idea of different

theres and elsewheres, an Idaho known for bluegrass,
a Bronx where people talk
like violets smell. Perhaps I am somewhere patient, somehow
kind, perhaps in the nook

of a cousin universe I’ve never defiled or betrayed
anyone. Here I have
two hands and they are vanishing, the hollow of your back
to rest my cheek against,

your voice and little else but my assiduous fear to cherish.
My hands are webbed
like the wind-torn work of a spider, like they squeezed
something in the womb

but couldn’t hang on. One of those other worlds
or a life I felt
passing through mine, or the ocean inside my mother’s belly
she had to scream out.

Here, when I say I never want to be without you,
somewhere else I am saying
I never want to be without you again. And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet,

in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.

Bob Hicok, “Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem”, in Plus Shipping (via hiddenshores)

(via heeavyboots)

mildlyamused:

I can’t even put into words how happy this movie makes me. 

  • No love interest
  • Mother/Daughter adventure
  • Loving happy marriage between parents
  • Show being a princess is a mother fucking JOB

(Source: moonlightsdream, via psychara)

In case you have any doubt in your mind

thebeardedmystery:

People can find you attractive even if you don’t find yourself attractive

People can love you even if you don’t love yourself

People can see beauty where you see flaws

You don’t have to be perfect to be lovable 

You don’t have to be happy to be lovable

You don’t have to be anything to anybody

There will be someone who thinks you are an amazing friend/lover/partner/human being

Do not take anyone’s shit for doing what you have to do to cope

(via mentallyillstuff)