Are you my baby’s daddy? Could it be that out of the blue a man like you might come forth to take of this place, this vacant space, so sudden and unexpected? You. It could be you.
Don’t try to make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you’re good, bad things can still happen. And if you’re bad, you can still be lucky.
—“The Poisonwood Bible” by Barbara Kingsolver (via julie911)
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Georgia May Jagger photographed by Max Vadukul for Vogue China, July 2010
Georgia May is the daughter of Mick Jagger and model Jerry Hall
Now silence after silence offers itself.
The wind stops my breath like a bandage.Southward, over Kentish Town, an ashen smudge
Swaddles roof and tree.
It could be a snowfield or a cloudbank.
I suppose it’s pointless to think of you at all.
Already your doll grip lets go.The tumulus, even at noon, guards its black shadow:
You know me less constant,
Ghost of a leaf, ghost of a bird.
I circle the writhen trees. I am too happy.
These faithful dark-boughed cypressesBrood, rooted in their heaped losses.
Your cry fades like the cry of a gnat.
I lose sight of you on your blind journey,
While the heath grass glitters and the spindling rivulets
Unspool and spend themselves. My mind runs with them,Pooling in heel-prints, fumbling pebble and stem.
The day empties its images
Like a cup or a room. The moon’s crook whitens,
Thin as the skin seaming a scar.— from Parliament Hill Fields, Sylvia Plath
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Can I just?
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
