i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)

(via elizabethmeckel)

I have this weird obsession about buying books and looking at them with a smile, even if I won’t read them soon. At least they are mine now.

(Source: sidebraids, via lyshaeskro)

wanderingnewyork:

A railroad building at Spuytin Duyvil.

wanderingnewyork:

A railroad building at Spuytin Duyvil.

nevver:

Last Exit to Brooklyn

strandbooks:

Strand selfies

the strand by patthickey

(Source: patthickey.com)

I’d swim across Lake Michigan
I’d sell my shoes
I’d give my body to be back again
In the rest of the room
To be alone with you

(Source: comfortinwrittenword, via tblaberge)

simply-divine-creation:

Psalm 23:6 "All the days of my life"  » By Jenny Highsmith

simply-divine-creation:

Psalm 23:6 "All the days of my life"  » By Jenny Highsmith

(via elizabethmeckel)

teabythesea:

Annie Clark (St. Vincent), Óscar Villanueva

teabythesea:

Annie Clark (St. Vincent), Óscar Villanueva

(via lyshaeskro)