The poets stand in the rain.
They wear no raincoats.
They have no umbrellas.
They are discussing the shadow of a shadow of a shadow.
But their poetry is already soaking wet—-”
They have not developed their reality muscles
So they walk with a limp while admiring the color of a vein in a leaf.
– Mahvash Mossaed
Ashish S/S 2013
Lykke Li | Little Bit
A LITTLE BIT IN LUV WIT U
“I’ll get my ticket and say goodbye on a flower day and leave all San Francisco behind and go back home across autumn America and it’ll all be like it was in the beginning. […] On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars — Something good will come out of all things yet And it will be golden and eternal just like that — There’s no need to say another word.”
– Jack Kerouac, Big Sur (via drunkanddressed)