My Heart is Mute

Silently my heart cries.
Silently my heart begs.
Silently my heart screams.
Silently, silently my heart is mute.
Utterly true.

Utterly true.

Ten Years Later: A Tribute 9/11
My favorite 9/11 tribute in New York City can be found in Bryant Park. 2,819 empty chairs are set up on the lawn facing the site where the World Trade Center once stood, one chair for every life lost. The number of empty chairs captures the enormity of the lives lost and the stark emptiness of it just drives home the point that I hope is never forgotten. 2,819 people were here one moment and gone the next. 2,819 went to work or boarded a plane one morning ten years ago thinking it would be another ordinary day and they never came home.

9/11 tribute

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ptorydactyle:

loydieburmah:

Entirely,

I love this.

Poetry at 1:19AM in BC, yes please

ptorydactyle:

loydieburmah:

Entirely,

I love this.

Poetry at 1:19AM in BC, yes please

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ptorydactyle:

Come on, skinny love..

ptorydactyle:

Come on, skinny love..

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Live fearless.

Live fearless.

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From the moment I saw you, I knew you’d be the closet I get to being…close.

gaksdesigns:

By Photographer Shelby Tanner

Creative.

gaksdesigns:

By Photographer Shelby Tanner

Creative.

Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body. Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before I met you, I relied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm, you play upon me, drumming me taut.

Jeanette Winterson

Beautifully unique cover <3