Perustele: Episodes in Several Lives

I try to touch myself.
There is a field
of talking blood
that I have not been able
to reach,
not even with knives,
not yet.

– From Joy Harjo’s “Alive.”

This is for you,
my life. It has been
sifted through the bones
of my body, through
blood.
It is all that
I have.

– From Joy Harjo’s “Untitled.”

a walk in the park. a walk in the snow.

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I love everything single flaw in him.

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I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion.

– Yohji Yamamoto (via danielwitkus)

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