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Early mornings ..

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My Papa’s Waltz


The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.” 

― Theodore Roethke






An American soldier kisses his girlfriend goodbye at Penn Station, New York, 1944.

this is heartbreaking

Photos like this make me wonder: Did he live? Did he ever return home? Did they ever get married, start a family? Or did he die, and she was left to go on without him? As tragic as it seems, that happened so many times during WWII, and looking at these two, it makes you wonder if they were they any different. I really hope so; I hope they got their happy ending. 

you and I think alike, tumblr user crescendowls

seeing this photo again and seeing where it was shot, I think now how many times I’ve walked where they kissed goodbye. How many times have I ran to catch a train, where people saw their husbands and wives for the last time.

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Breathing underwater, Kate Bellm

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Mondays in my world.

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Dreaming about New York and to feel tiny in a big world.

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Cuddling with you would be perfect right now.

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