August 2012
I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up...
– Jim Morrison
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I will love you forever; whatever happens. Until I die and after I die, and when...
– Phillip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass
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well, fuck me stupid.
Drowning in the Keys
The swell, a heaving motion and maternal in its ways, hugs sound beneath its curve and wraps bystanders in a shell of suffocating lust.
From high to low the keys sing with color and sporadic precision, contradicting tracks of thought and peeling from its depths a cry as soft as a child woken from sleep.
Its voice is heard from streets down and from across the coast; it’s strung with...
You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how...
– Warsan Shire
Love is a passion for life shared with another person. You fall in love with a...
– Terry Goodkind
reblog if it's okay to start talking to you
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Nesting
“Everything will be okay.” You told me gently, and with a single hand reaching to me, your fingers cupped around my neck, your thumb resting reassuringly in front of my ear. I only gazed onward into your paused face; surely you were waiting for my nodding smile. Intensely I felt in that moment a flash of sadness to your sincerity; perhaps I felt as though you were lying in order to...
He is exactly
the poem
I wanted to write.
– Mary Oliver, White Heron Rises Over Blackwater (via floralnymph)