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yelpingwithcormac:

Financial District - San Francisco, CA

Cormac M. | Author | Lost in the chaparral, NM

Two stars.

And so the man defied the villagers and ate the taco. In defiance of the will of those people but also in defiance of some order older than he. Older than tortillas. Than the ancient and twisted…

This made my year

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unusualyoung:

vickie sorensen

unusualyoung:

vickie sorensen

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Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don’t worry.
The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home, Condos (via splitterherzen)
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The poet says, ‘The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.’
— Saul Bellow, Henderson, The Rain King (via talesofpassingtime)
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brianmichaelbendis:

Spider-Men by Nate Stockman and Jeremiah Skipper
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portraits-of-america:

     “I came here from Nigeria 13 years ago. At one point, I had no place to live and started college the same year my mother died in Nigeria. It was a very scary time, but I graduated. Now I have my own place, and can counsel and help other people who are going through similar situations. A lot of people can relate to my story.”
Providence, RI

portraits-of-america:

     “I came here from Nigeria 13 years ago. At one point, I had no place to live and started college the same year my mother died in Nigeria. It was a very scary time, but I graduated. Now I have my own place, and can counsel and help other people who are going through similar situations. A lot of people can relate to my story.”

Providence, RI

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They want Africans to only write about anything but love, it seems writing about war or poverty seems to be the only way to validate my African identity as a writer. They say Africans cannot write love poems, so i write bold love poems with African names. Let them read that! Ka ha rie nshi!
Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via theijeoma)
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