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About: Sarah Mount is a singer/writer currently living/learning in Brooklyn, NY. She enjoys thunderstorms, a strong cup of coffee, fine leather boots, and occasionally causing ruckus.

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S T A L L

S T A L L

everything must change.
Anne Carson. #gospel

Anne Carson. #gospel

Truth.

Truth.

lavender

if you only knew
the way my body fell limp
through winter floorboards
when her hands pressed into my
face; that quiet flower
a deluge into my skull 
if you only knew
how I’ve never shed a tear 
at your absence
how I lament the loss of 
that perfect whisper;
velvet reticence 
is a reminder of
the childish distance you forced 
between us

yes, you.

The scent sinks into my pores &
I am not sorry. It never belonged to you.
You thought it did. That’s why it hurt the most
when I left. I am not sorry 
for leaving. I am
sorry that the mind cannot disconnect the memory
of you from the strength and comfort
residing within the petals.
You do not get a say
in this.
I will draw it out of you 
like beads of sweat 
until it is no longer
the soap in your bathroom;
the salts I soaked in, the tea
we drank; the oil you offered me. 
It is not the fault of flora, but my own
for allowing you to live among it

(via alecwiens)

“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stonewritten. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”

Bukowski

because fuck everything.

Winter.

Winter.

Black is the new black

Black is the new black

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