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Every night I give it up..

Something about him keeps it on call and at any moment he is ready for more..

deep in hunt

fixed for more fix

Even after we’ve touched back down

and the dust from our stars still sparkle on our skin

His eyes show an endless well that I could fill over and over again

We catch each other inside the side eye glances and heat up

our half smiles binding the atmosphere

and the sound of our bodies in flirtation floods the room

until the waves splash into my ears. …

#Sunkissed poetry

Years ago I learned a very cool thing about Robin Williams, and I couldn’t watch a movie of his afterward without thinking of it. I never actually booked Robin Williams for an event, but I came close enough that his office sent over his rider. For those outside of the entertainment industry, a rider lists out an artist’s specific personal and technical needs for hosting them for an event, anything from bottled water and their green room to sound and lighting requirements. You can learn a lot about a person from their rider. This is where rocks bands list their requirement for green M&Ms (which is actually a surprisingly smart thing to do). This is also where a famous environmentalist requires a large gas-guzzling private jet to fly to the event city, but then requires an electric or hybrid car to take said environmentalist to the event venue when in view of the public.
When I got Robin Williams’ rider, I was very surprised by what I found. He actually had a requirement that for every single event or film he did, the company hiring him also had to hire a certain number of homeless people and put them to work. I never watched a Robin Williams movie the same way after that. I’m sure that on his own time and with his own money, he was working with these people in need, but he’d also decided to use his clout as an entertainer to make sure that production companies and event planners also learned the value of giving people a chance to work their way back. I wonder how many production companies continued the practice into their next non-Robin Williams project, as well as how many people got a chance at a job and the pride of earning an income, even temporarily, from his actions. He was a great multiplier of his impact. Let’s hope that impact lives on without him. Thanks, Robin Williams- not just for laughs, but also for a cool example.
Brian (via wonderwoundedhearers)

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(Source: gypsy-hip)

Get Out of Bed. Feel.


I wanna feel

deep soul

velvet lined lungs

crinkling when I’m touched.

My brittle breaths spinning yards

of golden angel hair around

your thumbs

so you become clumsy and

drop things around me.

Numbness is damp.

Socks in wellington boots

toe curling and left long enough

makes us mouldy.

So cut my skin with your charm

or drug me with poems.

Just make me feel

Soooo good. Mmm.

I stop myself from drinking NyQuil straight from the bottle but I do really want to sleep and I can’t stop thinking about your stupid face and the stupid way that you always use to say my name, halfway, just sampling it, said it fit me better than the whole thing,

And the way you used to kiss me was like a nightmare, the kind you wake up from with sweaty hands and legs that forget how to be legs when you try to stand up so you don’t even try,

And I keep thinking about the time we spent two hours talking about how scary the ocean is because you’ve been scared of sharks since you saw Jaws in the 2nd grade and I think it’s so vast and expansive that I could get lost and never be found,

And I can’t stop crying because you were all there was for so long that I can’t even think about that past few years without remembering a joke that you told and how you use to make me laugh so hard that I couldn’t breathe and how we’d always hold onto each other so tightly because maybe we were afraid we’d float away,

I just want you to touch my face again and tell me how your day was and how much you missed the smell of my perfume but we don’t do things like that anymore and thinking about that makes me feel like I’m burning straight out of my skin.

This is how badly every night hurts without you here (via new-poets-society)

I swear im not sad today but good is good.

(Source: weallwritealong)

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