"I feel certain I am missing so much of my life, he remarked. Well then, why...
“I feel certain I am missing so much of my life, he remarked. Well then, why not do something about it? she inquired. Because I’ve lost my will to change, he replied. But, she said, no matter how...
View Article"Catch me. I’m your disease."
“Catch me. I’m your disease.” - Anne Sexton; from “Eighteen Days Without You” (via proustitute)
View Article"How did you know? she asked. And he replied, Because the first time I saw...
“How did you know? she asked. And he replied, Because the first time I saw you my heart leapt out of my throat and I’ve never been able to catch it since.” - Fragment 45
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bare bones
we are all just different combinations of 26 letters;our wrists are the houses that hold us,our atoms the sea in which we swim.
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i took a photograph, once, of your heart using an old Polaroid camera.it developed in such a way that all the cracks showed throughas clearly as if your ventricles had been kissed by fault...
View Article"Let’s go home, he exclaimed. Where is that? she asked. Wherever you want it...
“Let’s go home, he exclaimed. Where is that? she asked. Wherever you want it to be, he replied. Wherever you want it to be.” - Fragment 50
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I asked my doctor once why he thought I wroteso many poems about suicide.And this man, the one with the diagnostic manualand the white lab coat and the messy handwriting,looked at me and told me he did...
View Articleaffairs with sad men
Why do we fall in love with sad people? I was always one of those kids who asked my parents a thousand questions when I was younger until they became overwhelmed, but even now that I’m older I’ve never...
View ArticleI swear you break my heart every day with your words. In the best way possible.
“For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken.It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.” -D.H. Lawrence<3
View Article"You peel oranges the same way you touch my skin, she remarked once. How? he...
“You peel oranges the same way you touch my skin, she remarked once. How? he inquired. You’re always trying to rip all my layers apart and get down to the bare bones, she replied. It’s not violent; in...
View Articleplease, play my ribs like a xylophone.
please, play my ribs like a xylophone.: coffee-and-secondhandsmoke:I have met boys who slipped their hands into my pantswhile they were driving a car.One hand on the steering wheel,the other creeping...
View Articlecommunion
When I was fourteen my priest stopped Communion in the middle of the servicejust to tell me my body was an abandoned buildingand it would burn down if I didn’t start building safety nets for myself.I...
View ArticleYou are my favorite writer. Your writing is absolutely gorgeous.
Thank you so very much. x
View Article"I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. I will take...
“I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, alive, with closed eyes.” - E.E. Cummings (via floriental)
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