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a different perspective
San Francisco, CA

I made this at the end of a very long day (please don’t delete the text/change te source and feel free to message me with stitching requests)


mostly nature

(Source: willowbambi, via wild-nirvana)



vulgar yet sweet


Flannel shirt on the subway,
I love you.
Bodyguard arms, hands
clasped below the bellybutton.
Who are you protecting?

From across the train, I love you.
And maybe I can’t remember your
face, but I remember your clothes.

I remember the girl waiting for
you at the station and how your
body uncoiled at the sight of her.

I remember the slouch of your back once she touched you.

From the other end of Brooklyn,
I love you. Could have loved you.

Not as a stranger on the train,
not as a pair of eyes looking
too long, blinking.

Heart beating too fast
and screaming
not mine not mine not mine.

In another world, I am the dream on
the platform, one foot on the yellow
line, waiting for your walk.

I kiss the rigid out of you.

I take your name out from under
my tongue and hand it to you.


- Caitlyn Siehl, Subway (via alonesomes)

(via thegirlyouchase)

"She shows up to every game for the next six weeks. Every week she looks sadder, like the life is slowly being sucked out of her. And you know how I know all this? Because while she’s so pre-occupied reading… I’m so pre-occupied reading her."

- Jay McLean, More Than Forever (via quotes-shape-us)

(via burnchanel)