August 2012
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The happiest.
July 2012
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The cravings that crawl through your skin, will dig deeper. Planting roots in your marrow, growing through your veins. Poison in pale skin, nourishing to your lips. You taste iron but you still keep walking forward.
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The sand made for a smooth blanket. With our bodies cradled next to one another we could have fooled the stars. But the ocean heard us whispering into one another’s clavicles. “Do you think we could stay like this forever?”. The answer was a smooth yes. I believed you then and I still believe you now.
I’m so excited and nervous and ready.
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I’ll keep you in a safe place,
where the sun is low
and the grass is high.
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700 square feet means
700 places to kiss you
that we call our own.
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“They collected the world in small handfuls.”
– The History of Love, Nicole Krauss
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As one moment falls into place,
others will follow behind.
Basking in the moments near and far.
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“Where you invest your love, you invest your life.”
– Awake My Soul, Mumford & Sons
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missincongruity:
It was like a sick version of Beauty and the Beast.
She told him that she loved him, but he never woke up.
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I sometimes think back on little moments. The weekday nights that my mother would pick me up from dance class, before I could ever drive, of course. The clock would read 9:30 p.m. and I’d be so disappointed that class was over, yet eager to see her. We’d sit in the warm car and talk about our day. I’d push my fingers on buttons to go to different radio stations. My mother would...
You have a lost soul, you always have.
Anonymous asked: If you could go back and change the past, would you?
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We moved with the sky. Engulfed, in the whereabouts of each star. You spoke of how they would burn. I laid silently. Listening. Your lips and your heart spoke as one. We felt smaller and smaller. Endangered. Minuet. I’ll keep you in a safe place.
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“I want certain words more than a thousand flowers.”
– Cibo Matto
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Black crows cower
over the love
we have made.
The only memory
I have of you now
is how utterly empty
your eyes always looked.
If you want to be treated like a lady, act like one.
How do you live with a heart that black?
