#on oranges

francisca matos, and where were you that summer / alessia di cesare, the side effects of eating too many clementines / (x) / nina lacour, we are okay / (x) / wendy cope, the orange / dropdeaddream and whatarefears, the thirteen letters / (x) / mount eerie, tintin in tibet / amy schmidt, abundance / rafael romero barros, naranja abierta y azahar / frank ocean feat. tyler, the creator, end/golden girl / a photo taken for me by my lover / @mothscaled (x) / (x) / jean little, oranges / maggie stiefvater, the dream thieves / cressida campbell, mandarin with chinese plate / morgan rogers, honey girl / jacques prevert, alicante / hafsa qasim (x) / lorde, 400 lux / ban gilmartin, there is a light / (x) / @ritikajyala (x)

Jacques Prevert Alicante / Youqing Wang (via @cheruib) / pinterest / Ritika Jyala The Flesh I Burned / pinterest / @/chaandajaan-moved (tumblr) / Hafsa Qasim / @itsbaditsgood

Keaton St. James Rural Boys Watch the Apocalypse / Trista Mateer Honeybee / poem: Wendy Cope The Orange art: @555w4 / Keaton St. James HISTORY STUDENT FALLS IN LOVE WITH ASTRO PHYSICS STUDENT / Jacques Prevert Alicante / article by Lizzie Cernik / pinterest / Alice Oseman Radio Silence

Clementines because they're my calling card, and my friends say I leave orange peels like trails of destruction, and one time a boy told me that every time I see him I'm eating an orange, a lunch man told me "only one orange today?" and another counted when I took three. I audibly gasp when we run out, knowing full well I eat tangerines so quickly, and they've always been there for me. I'd peel an orange in my school lunch hall and watch as the lunch lady says that then she sees oranges she thinks of me. I'd give you a Clementine boat too, and wrestle one from my brothers hands. He loves them too. They're so simple clementines, but have so many names, and when I bite into a good, easy peeler, I know I have tasted the nectar of the gods. There are more complex fruits out there and if I got the choice out of every fruit to eat one I don't know if I'd pick clementines but they've always been there for me, from my childhood when my mum bought them from Tesco every week and when I used to barter with a girl to take her oranges because she didn't like them at lunch, and a boy saw me do it and nearly snitched but didnt. I went to a friend's birthday and ate so many orange slices. My mum packs them in my lunch. They are my favourite fruit because they are like home. I'll peel a clementine, pop it into my mouth, and go and grab another