When I was five I picked up a dead
finch while on a walk with my parents.
It was just lying there, stiff as a Sunday
dress, so I cradled it like a lost tooth
in my kid palms.
The Only Way I Can Explain This by Kayla Wheeler

(Source: rpdsociety)

When god became lonely
he created man,
Or was it
When man became lonely
he created god.
Melanie Exler strengthenizer (via strengthenizer)

(via ancienttext)

dailydot:

The New Yorker is opening its archive for everyone to read
Get ready to do some major binge-reading.
theniftyfifties:

Elvis Presley on the set of ‘Jailhouse Rock’, 1957.