“i want more men
with flowers falling from their skin
more water in their eyes
more tremble in their hands
more women in their hearts
on their bodies
more softness in their height
more honesty in their voice
more humility in their eyes.”—real men, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
Bottles of light.
Fluorescent lights and
streetlights and the light that falls
across the faces of your neighborhood buildings
at seven a.m. on a large march early spring
Purple and Green. Red and Black.
White lights — the ones you get when a car
is catapulting towards you at forty five miles
an hour. The near-death light. The DMT light.
All the ones that you can imagine — here: in little
glass vessels. Organized with the Dewey
Decimal System. 423 if you want to learn the language of
light. 700s to master the art of it. And 900: the history
of light, from the moment it was separated from
Buy them. Eat them. Stir them into your
morning coffee. Inject them straight into your
veins. Do you want to become the light? Here,
come to the Light Emporium. Where our sole
purpose is to give you everything
that takes away the dark corners that
keep you awake at night.
”—Shinji Moon; “The Light Emporium” (via commovente)