+ Fork my tongue, Lord. There is a sorrow on the air / I taste but cannot name. Nickole Brown, from “A Prayer to Talk to Animals,” published in Poem-a-Day (via lifeinpoetry)

(Source: poets.org, via lifeinpoetry)

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+ I am a collection of thoughts and memories and likes and dislikes. I am the things that have happened to me and the sum of everything I’ve ever done. I am the clothes I wear on my back. I am every place and every person and every object I have ever come across. I am a bag of bones stuck to a very large rock spinning a thousand miles an hour. Macaulay Culkin (via quotemadness)

(Source: quotemadness.com, via queengaia)