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because it’s 1:27 am and i’m thinking of you again even though i shouldn’t be

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When his lips touched mine

I was finally,

Finally,

Home.

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Everytime she laughs I fall in love again

kylogaz  (via shareaquote)

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What is it that our chests hold? If I am going to disappear // I am going to do it the right way like a forest fire. (I don’t regret it) (C.B) (7.26.17)

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it’s like the start of something I don’t understand yet but my soul does because when your arms wrap around me and you touch me like I’m worthy of your gentleness it feels like a promise as though you’re accepting the weight of my bruised heart as though you’re accepting the triumph of redeeming a tragedy one that the stars believed was in their clutches for years and it’s the least terrifying thing I’ve ever done to love you because you feel like home

Stay by Abby S (via neppenth)

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Ep.9 Into the Unknown @pearlclappillustrations • get on society6

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on nights the depths of

my thoughts run the

length of the smile I no

longer own, I wonder if

words like love & together

are meant for me in this

lifetime; I’ve listened to

birds catch the swing of

a cushioned sigh to find

tomorrow - yet I’m still

trying to stand in an ocean

I can touch with my hands -

but darling, you’re still in my

head & you’ve been staying

up late

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Freckles like stars strewn across your skin and my fingertips trace the constellations.

jtk

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this must be the feeling they were all talking about - i’ll call you little fire and watch how sunflowers burst all around: floating pieces of light, leaves in the shape of love. we bite into the sun like a lemon and the sweet outweighs the sour. look at the way the light falls  on our faces, halved like peaches - we did that with our bare hands - we are somehow golden, eyes like oceans, mouths like swimming pools, drowning in it all - the grass at our knees, the sun swallowing the land like a hungry, gentle beast.

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Pablo Neruda for the Signs

Aries: "Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, lights, metals, where little boats that sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me."

Taurus: "I want to fill my mouth with your name."

Gemini: "And every wound has the shape of your mouth."

Cancer: "Under your skin the moon is alive."

Leo: "There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle."

Virgo: "I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

Libra: "If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life."

Scorpio: "You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank."

Sagittarius: "But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me."

Capricorn: "You are like night, calmed, constellated.

Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true."

Aquarius: "…I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too."

Pisces: "I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this."

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there are eighteen birds in the sky overhead and none of them wanted to know your name.

no one told them someone was going to die today, but death has a way of rotting the body out—even before you give it back.

this time we will skip the bleeding and go straight to the bandages.

your lavender hands and your moth-wing heartbeat and all the woods inside you torn down and smoldering. my fingers, still shaking; my eyes that cannot look away.

the boy who did this, i️ will take his chest and i️ will show it ruin. he’ll become the dirt beneath your flowering feet, my love. i️ will watch him grow no longer.

i️f god returns our calls today, it will go to voicemail unanswered. there are brighter futures in your ribcage than any he was selling. we don’t need the number of a grave-robber anyway.

there are eighteen birds in the sky overhead and none of them will know your name because they’re coming for the boy this time.

i️ will make sure of it.

—on giving directions to vultures || d.d

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Because you made me feel like an avalanche refusing to land, and I’m not sure if I’m gonna love or hate you for that.

ma.c.a // Do I still have the right to get mad? (via vomitingwords)

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i feel like no one should ever be alone on Sunday mornings.

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1. Make it Halloween night. Turn yourself inside out with loneliness, and plan to go home to an empty bed.

2. Match with a boy on Tinder. The one who calls himself an “optimistic existentialist”. One who peels back the rind of your clementine mind and asks you out to a bar when you’re off work. You will accept.

3. Confession: boy is only here for the night. Your heart will wince, but will quickly regain composure. You will not be afraid to bleed fascination tonight.

4. Together you will joke about knocking the thousand-dollar paintings on the wall from their hooks and having to pay for more than just alcohol. He will ask you what some of your favorite places in Virginia are, and you will trip over your own tongue trying to find a way to describe how this bar, in this moment, with him, is the most content you’ve ever felt in your home state.

5. Bond over smoking American Spirits outside of the bar. Discover he has two younger siblings. Two of his fingers were cut off and stitched back into place when he was three. In the US, his favorite place he’s visited is California. He rock climbs. He’s an Aries. His full name sounds like classical song you’d play on repeat. He’s got a smile that could crumble mountains, and then rebuild them. Eyes like a hurricane you’d be happy to stand in the eye of.

6. Inside at the table again, he will take your hand in his and slip the hair tie from your wrist, saying he’s keeping it. You will grin idiotically and respond with, “good, remember me”.

7. At this point, he will kiss you, and it will feel like renewal. It will feel like the world stopping and spinning too fast all at once, and you will love the thrill of it. You will admire the dizzying way he makes your heart drunkenly stumble around inside your chest. You will be hungover in the morning but at this point, nothing will matter more than his lips.

8. Drink two rounds and split the last between one another.

9. He will lean in close, apologize for being so forward, and then invite you back to his hotel for the night. You will say yes, with barely any hesitation.

10. You will follow this boy on the interstate like a predator chasing prey, but in all actuality, you are the one who is going to get hurt. You always are.

11. When you get to the hotel room, the bed becomes an altar. You sacrifice yourself to him, and he, you. You wonder if the closeness will last even after he boards his flight tomorrow. For now, you are pleading to a god you don’t believe in to let it stay.

12. Boy went to catholic school but there’s nothing holy about him. He whispers “goodnight” in the hollow of your ear and it sounds like a prayer. You will find yourself mouthing “amen” when you eventually fall asleep.

13. When you wake up curled around his body before the sun has risen, you are locked in place; a statue, holding tightly to the last bit of time you have left with him. If the hotel room didn’t feel cold earlier, it does now.

14. You lie there for a time that seems too short. You start to crack under the weight of knowing you might not see him again.

15. He walks you out to your car shirtless in the chilly November morning and you memorize the curves of his shoulders, his chest, his hips. The few freckles that pepper his skin. The way his forehead felt against your soft kiss when you held him to your chest the night prior. You pull him close, rather forcefully; you kiss him again, and again, and again. And then, you watch him walk away into a void of uncertainty.

THE DOCUMENTATION OF HOW TO FALL FOR A BOY YOU SHOULDN’T IN FIFTEEN STEPS // Haley Hendrick

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peel my skin back: she whispers almost frenzied. her body is a weapon — fine tuned for war. & though there is no bloodshed, there will be casualties come sunrise. because the world sharpened her curves until she forgot / what her body looks like.

don’t call me babe. ( pt. 2 out of ? )

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