cursive
in a dream you saw a way to survive and you were full of joy

art-centric:

David Hockney, Garrowby Hill, 1998

modestmook:

in this life like weeds
you’re the dirt i’ll breathe
in this life like weeds
you’re a rock to me

DONE WITH CHEM 102 FOREVERRRRR

Ezra Pound sat upon my bed
asked me which books as of late I’ve read
asked me if I’ve read his own
and whether I could spare a pound
of flesh to cover his bare bones
I says man, take a pound, take two
what’s a pound of flesh between friends like me and you?