May 2013
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Will you still love me
When I got nothing
but my aching soul?
whistlers:
Videotape- Radiohead
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Part of me wants to tell you things while the other pieces choke back my words.
“1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a...”
– (via sayywhen)
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Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt? Your stomach turning at the thought of their side not by yours. You love them in a way that is not complex and yet, holds as many layers as an onion. You love them in a depth so great that at the end of each day as the sun bows down you hold a small amount of remorse for the ending of one day of your life with them; one less token of gold in your...
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“I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally...”
– Rumi (via rabbitinthemoon)
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I usually keep myself quite composed and bite my tongue, but I hope you know how grateful I am to have you so far away from me and my life. You are a leech that sucks any life you can out of the people whose hearts burn for you. I wouldn’t even catch fire standing next to you now.
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“People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each...”
– Jennifer E. Smith
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So, I watched the documentary “Forks Over Knives” last night. This documentary examines the profound claim that most, if not all, of the degenerative diseases that afflict us can be controlled, or even reversed, by rejecting animal-based and processed foods. Consider me sold after watching this. Here we go.
April 2013
15 posts
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That moment when the people you know become the people you knew; and the people you knew become the ones that take the breath out of your lungs.
If you fill my lungs, I’ll fill yours too.
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I wanted to tell you all of my secrets,
but you became one of them.
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A crutch with a sharp jawline and a sharp tongue.
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I’ve forgotten the small cries your voice made when I turned my head away from you. Like a small bird searching for its mother, to feed its needs and wants. But a mother bird will nourish its instincts. I was never your instinct.
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I hope my name never passes through your lips.
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It was as if she knew he was there the whole time, scattered; torn, she moved her legs slowly from four seats over on the downtown bus. He could smell her perfume but refused to turn his head to her no matter how persistently it pulled her way. He had asked himself many times, “What happens when there are two broken hearts within feet of one another?”. But he soon realized, as he watched the...
sleepingtigers:
I need a detox from life
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So excited to be trip planning. Punta Cana all inclusive is sounding pretty nice for September or October.
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There will be individual moments my mind wanders into lost thoughts that were once buried it the cold frozen ground of two winters ago. They linger on my hands expecting me to make something of them.
March 2013
13 posts
the history of a fire escape: And I’ll bet you he... →
sleepingtigers:
And I’ll bet you he couldn’t remember what I tasted like, not because it’s difficult to put to his tongue but because he never cared to pay attention, he never savored me in his mouth and turned me around or pushed me up against his teeth to figure me out like I did him. He’d disappear for months…
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I've looked everywhere for you. →
every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes
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But where will I find you when the sun goes down.
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The moments when I know we had a joke. Something that curved our lips up at the ends. Our insides, our outsides, we knew then, but I don’t know what to laugh at now; I don’t even know your laugh.
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They were monsters. Shadows; the secret lovers that crept out at dusk to kiss the pavement. As the sunk sank down behind the hills, I remembered your shadow, slowly; desperately, tangling in mine.
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You were cold
like a seatbelt
in the middle of winter.
Hurting as you brushed
my skin.
Let the light in.
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But how many hearts does it take to break yours in?
February 2013
12 posts
A bitter soul makes for an ugly heart.
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“Live on coffee and flowers. Try not to worry what the weather will be.”
– Matt Berninger (via natashakills)
I wanted your eyes to always back track to mine, but with your head in the clouds, how would we ever stand in the same line?
Everything seemed relevant, but nothing was permanent.
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