Sam Wrigglesworth

brennatwohy:

buttonpoetry:

Brenna Twohy - “Another Rape Poem”

"I am tired of hearing rape poems, the same way soldiers are tired of hearing their own guns go off."

Performing during prelims at the 2014 Individual World Poetry Slam. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!

This is one of the scariest things I’ve ever done. I think that’s my sign that it’s also one of the most necessary. 

Please tell your stories. They can never be played-out or repetitive— because they are YOURS. That is a dizzying, terrifying, glorious thing. Let yourself be heard. 

I’m listening. 

<3

You’d think in NYC it’d be easy to find quality poetry slams but I’ve yet to find a community that matches Portland’s, imo.

(suggestions encouraged)

amospoe:

“I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.” ― Frida Kahlo

amospoe:

“I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.” 
― Frida Kahlo

(via hiddenntthings)

I can&#8217;t get over how cute this photo of my grandma winking is.
We were talking about all of her dead friends over tea.

I can’t get over how cute this photo of my grandma winking is.

We were talking about all of her dead friends over tea.

frankenfemme:

Talkative/Overly Friendly White woman at the Farmers Market

Literally everyone’s outfit in Portland regardless of gender or age

I own those shoes and a skirt like that only it’s more colorful

oops

(via emmalynsullivan)

King Krule

—Baby Blue

meixling:

crescent—bug:

King Krule // Baby Blue

My sandpaper sigh
Engraves a line
Into the rust of your tongue
I could’ve been someone
To you
Would have painted the skies blue
Baby blue
If you knew
Baby blue

(via jamesyouth)

I got drunk and called an old boy crying about Crystal Castles breaking up wow, I’m wonderful. My mom would be proud.

I’ve been wanting to go into second hand stores and search for letters hidden in books (I always find goodies) but I cannot justify spending my little free time doing that? Is this growing up?

Like most people (probably), I’ve always had kind of a love/hate relationship with New York City, in the past my emotions would vary by the week or month but lately it’s been by the hour.