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What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take? 
- Adam Lupton

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Daniel Danger.

Illustrations by the very talented Daniel Danger (Previously on Supersonic).  His power with sensual, eerie darkness is unrivaled.  See more work below!

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Words from our 2014 Poetry Contest winner francine j. harris.  Read the rest of the poem here: 

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Frank O’Hara


Frank O’Hara

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broken body

"I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep."

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I would much prefer to be a good person than a nice person and to be a good person you sometimes have to be bolshie, you have to be a bit angry. You have to say ‘no’. I don’t think there is anything wrong with being angry.
Andrew Scott for Attitude magazine (via wsswatson)
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Bleak ruins of an abbey loom above the harbor at Whitby in Yorkshire, England

National Geographic | September 1971

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But my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.
Jean-Paul Sartre, from Nausea  (via violentwavesofemotion)

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In despair there are the most intense enjoyments, especially when one is very acutely conscious of the hopelessness of one’s position.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground (via fyodors)
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I feel like my past is interfering with my present and there’s nothing I can actually do. I feel there’s just nothing. I’m unable to think clearly and I’m clearly unable to not let things affect me. Unable to force my brain to function, unable to just get to feel calmer in some way. I need some peace of mind and I need you to be here. I hate needing anything and yet I do […]
Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (via tomorrowed)

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Who is this I that says I ?
Dan Beachy-Quick, adapted from “Lines” (via proustitute)
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The tumult in the heart
keeps asking questions.
And then it stops and undertakes to answer
in the same tone of voice.
No one could tell the difference.
Elizabeth Bishop, from “Conversation,” The Complete Poems: 1927-1979 (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1983)

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You with the Crack Running Through You

I can seep in, I can dry clear.

And yes it would still be there.
And no I couldn’t hold you forever.

But isn’t it drafty at night,

alone in that canyon
with the wind of the mind

dragging its debris—

I wanted to put


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