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Let’s stay here

Come, sit. Let’s pretend this is it

Our world, us. Ours, yours, mine.

It’s just skin, what else?

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I want a drink but I don’t do things in halves, so if I want a drink, I want a bottle, if I want a puff, I want a pack, if I want a kiss, I want to fuck, if I want to buy, I want to spend, every last cent, if I want to diet, I want to stave and if I want to smile I laugh.

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Some love is a big Baggy shirt of his, you had to put on because you weren’t planning on staying the night, red wine on Tuesday nights, windows down in the car & retreats to a new place every weekend filled with booze and cigarettes.

Some love is reading together after work and comparing notes, waking up early to have coffee and pastries for breakfast at our favourite cafes and walking his dogs, than going home and listening to classical music as we reinvent ourselves, buying cheap furniture to diy and sell for twice the price.

Some love is light and kind and he likes whatever you like and your mum and dad love him, he smells like soap and opens every door before you walk in, his mum calls him every 5 minutes and you wonder if it was easier when you were single because his whole world revolves around you and your whole world revolves around you. Hm

Some love is intrusive and engulfing and every kiss pushes you a step further away from who you are and everything you love about yourself but you keep throwing pieces of your life into the fire, your friends and your self respect and suddenly it’s fuel, the fire is burning the house down and his fingers burn your cheeks, you can’t breathe in the smoke but you stay there because you’ve never felt so alive.

And some love is worth every other love you could ever have. It’s all the possibilities, the split dimensions of choices you can make, all the men you could have had and all the lives you could have lived with them, you know that no one In this world could listen to the sound of your heart and beat to the same song and peacefully you walk towards the rest of your life

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If I let people in, I have to laugh, through the tragedy & when they skim over all the gruel & carnage I skim with them and as we walk and talk through the graveyards of my past that I covered in flowers and pastels, I walk over the corpses of who I used to be and I feel every foot step & through the pain we arrive at my garden of lies. E

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Richard Siken

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Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

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Like

A fire in a forest

Like honey on toast

Like a tin roof and a cup of tea at sunrise while it’s raining wrapped in nothing but a blanket with a pair of socks

Like flannels and trees

Like a summer breeze

I want to be loved

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Toxic love

We could pick up knives and put them to our throat

We would Stand on the edge of balcony’s from the misery

I’d hit him and he’d drag me

I scream loud and he’d scream louder

He’d take drugs and I’d take drugs

A storm in a fucking hurricane

He would cry and ask me to hold him

And I would cry in his shoulders

I would forgive him and he would forgive me

And we would lay in bed

Covered in blood

Covered in love

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There are these moments in life

When everything goes quiet it’s all visual. Feels like there couldn’t be more oxygen in your lungs, if they happened every day, you’d forget about it and forget about rainbows, we would walk past them in the morning to go to work and forget they’re there, if I could live my life again I wouldn’t wait for those moments, Id chase them. I try to see every sunrise, chase every rainbow, sit in the ocean every single storm and hope it fucking rains on me 

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Eileen Mattias for Mirror Palais’s bridal collection

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One day I woke up and I loved you less than the day before

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When I wrote I was naked, I was bare, I had incited a path to my chest than I gently placed my heart on a plater, I would do this every night, late, alone and beg for no audience, the usual spectators had teeth, no soul and were ravenous for a bleeding centre, on those nights my words remained shrouded but you, you’re here every night

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“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.”

— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted (via books-n-quotes)

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i was almost something good

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Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923

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different types of i love you’s:

slides off the tongue, everyday i love you. over rushed early breakfast. said with a mouth half full of coffee. placed onto your cheek followed by a kiss.

astounding, ‘i still can’t believe it’ i love you. the only thing you can think to say when she walks down the stairs wearing a new dress. whispering to yourself every night before bed when she’s brushing her teeth and smiling at you through the mirror.

sleepy, foggy, i don’t know what loves feels like but i think this is it i love you. whispered at early hours of the morning, the room is still dark and swallows up the words before she hears them. when it’s 1am and you blurt it out but she’s already asleep in the passenger seat, and a little part of you wishes you said it earlier but another part of you is relieved.

strangers know, and our neighbors are jealous i love you. shouted from the top of a mountain, I LOVE YOU being swayed from tree to tree. saying it over and over and over. the most important thing that will ever leave your mouth.