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reblog every time i see her
An excerpt from the poem “The Year of Limited Silences,” from my poetry book Survival Songs.
Available through Barnes & Noble, through Fameless Publishing, through Amazon as a paperback copy, through Amazon as a Kindle copy, through iBooks, through Chapters, through Square Market, or through the Book Depository.
Lupita Nyong’o has worn every color ever invented.
And I can’t
but to run my fingers
down your spine
like you are my
book. But I still
cannot read you,
your own language.
Your pages are
tired and torn,
but I want you,
I want it all. — Michelle K., Like A Book. (via sadlittlewords)
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damn khal drogo
he looks like he could easily kill me with one hand and that turns me the fuck on
I cried the first time I saw this, first she throws a fucking table,
Then she catches the chair someone threw at her with one hand…ONE HAND.
You don’t even understand. She throws the table, deflects a chair with her purse, catches a chair with one hand while ducking a 3rd flying chair. She is the one. The one who will defeat sharkeisha
AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA that last comment!
Omg I just my feels what the heck is happening here??? LMAO