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)


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

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