NASA recently released imagery showing the deforestation of America …in just 34 years.
We are killing the Earth
How long are we going to keep closing our eyes to this? What are we going to do?
NEVER SCROLL PAST THIS
Its just going to become this blue and brown planet, children in the future will draw their planet with brown and not green like we used to
This needs to fucking change
WALL-E IS BECOMING REAL LIFE
I wish we could do something about this but what can we do? No one would listen.
That’s a fucking shit attitude.
Not to dump on all the awesome save-the-earth ideas swirling around here but:
Do your research. Stuff like this discredits the movement.
may be we
look too far forward
and the blurry shapes we think we see
aren’t really there at all,
or, aren’t what we think.
but even if it’s all a delirious fantasy
(college-aged, fresh, and soft)
just the words that pool around our faces
(gentle, gold-rimmed, and airy)
are enough to fill the cracks in my chest.
and no, I’ve never felt like this either.
and I’m bad with sounds but good with marks
sometimes I wonder if the way we feel is different
if every love is like a fingerprint, unique, or
perhaps two prints, stacked on-on-another
tangled like legs in bed.
(how I always find the lost thread of my thought)
let me feel with all my cells the stories we tell each other.
the future is not robots or revolution,
it’s the place where our minds come out to play together.
this painting is so beautiful, climb into the frame with me.
let the somedays slowly melt into nows, and vows, and forever.
(or so we dare to hope).
if I could see you
lit up redwhiteandblue
every year till I’m one hundred and two—
I think that’d be pretty cool.
if green lightens to
yellow,and purple to
(who needs blue? we’ve
already got the sky)then
we were those bushes all
tangledup nice growingbig
you are a pat of butter
melting in the sun, well
i am a crisp apple
praying for a bite
we are those bushes, one
purple one green,
together we will grow
big nice tall strong
i hope i never take your sunlight
I love you like
A habit that I can’t break I love you like
Skating down a hill I love you like
Easy peasey lemon squeezy I love you like
Videotapes no one watches anymore I love you like
Happy tears pooling in the corner of your lips I love you like
The weight of your head in my lap I love you like
Playlists and up and coming artists I love you like
Broken shoelaces I love you like
It’s in my nature I love you like
I’ll never stop.
Would this be a good time to read Baudelaire’s poetry and sob quietly to myself
I’M STILL LONELY!
It is a symptom or the disease?
Is it anyone’s fault but my own?
Maybe no one really knows me and no one ever will,
Maybe I’ll live in tall apartment buildings painted white
In small two-bedroom apartments painted eggshell
Walk into a kitchen painted ecru,
And you, and you and you
Will stand there and smile like you understand,
But No One Will Because No One Can.
(I dare you to read this.)