August 2011
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“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”
– Leonard Cohen (via vulgivagus)
“You say you don’t love him, but I see it in your eyes that you want him. I know...”
– (via eletheowl)
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I feel like there’s a sob caught in my throat, and I’m choking on it
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the quiet place →
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You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept...
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Listen
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You shall love your crooked neighbour With your crooked heart.
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That night under the covers I mistook him for the moon.
As my black-hole of a heart was illuminated by his glow, our little kisses burst into stars
Post-apocalyptic
Your lips taste how infinity feels, and my pupils have only just adjusted to your darkness. When they come marching through our dilated minds, I want the fire burning on your tongue to melt away our silence. Last seen in San Francisco, your words were feeding mouths and your fingers were prying open teeth. We tied our bodies with the ropes they considered worn, ...
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The best is yet to come.
“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
