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illicitwrds: “I find that most people worth knowing are fucked up in some way or another.”

Thu, 23 May 2013 15:29:33 -1000

“I find that most people worth knowing are fucked up in some way or another.”

illicitwrds: “You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as...

Sat, 18 May 2013 22:40:37 -1000

“You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever…. connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.”

"I would love to say that you make me weak in the knees but to be quite upfront and..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 12:01:09 -1000

“I would love to say
that you
make me
weak in the knees
but
to be quite upfront
and completely
truthful
you
make my body
forget
it has knees
at all.”

- Derrick Brown, Love Language (via airchrysalis)

"Eventually, all of those times that you hurt her are going to build back the walls that took all..."

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:44:08 -1000

“Eventually, all of those times that you hurt her are going to build back the walls that took all those years to break down.”

- (via missjesshsu)

Everything is just really falling apart here. We have been falling apart. Our breaking point,...

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:41:47 -1000

Everything is just really falling apart here.

We have been falling apart.

Our breaking point, finally reached.

I do not have the strength to pick up the pieces.

loveyourchaos: What.

Sun, 12 May 2013 15:42:39 -1000

loveyourchaos:

What.

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Sun, 12 May 2013 15:34:40 -1000

"I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours."

Fri, 10 May 2013 23:32:05 -1000

“I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.”

- Rudy Francisco (via namnarae)

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Sun, 05 May 2013 21:35:35 -1000

This blog has just been here for years. I used to write for you. And you. And you. And you....

Thu, 02 May 2013 21:04:54 -1000

This blog has just been here for years.

I used to write for you.
And you.
And you.
And you.

Sometimes I feel like I’ve grown out of it, as if it’s time to delete and move on.

But I still find myself scrolling through pages of old posts.

Because ultimately, this blog is me.

Writings for Winter: poem for the boy who called me a slut

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 20:46:57 -1000

Writings for Winter: poem for the boy who called me a slut:

writingsforwinter:

It’s not really any of your business how many bodies

I’ve waded through knee-deep like water since I grew old

enough to know what sex was, or how many condoms

I’ve bought in the middle of the night at Costco

with shades on so the clerk wouldn’t recognize me.

When I turned eleven, my mother…

"It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of..."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 20:43:24 -1000

“It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.”

- John Updike (via larmoyante)

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Wed, 10 Apr 2013 22:05:12 -1000

to the woman who keeps flirting with my boyfriend

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 21:56:15 -1000

writingsforwinter:

I’m the only one who knows what his sleepy yawn at four a.m. sounds like

when he wakes up and wants to make love, or how he always greets me

with a bear hug as soon as he sees me. You can’t have the way

the skin of his elbows smells like peaches, or the way my palms

fit so perfectly inside his armpits, like tiny ovens, when my hands are cold;

I remember the first day I caught a glimpse of the back

of his neck, pale and milk-white, just a sliver of it beneath the black

t-shirt, and my heart immediately caught in my throat-

I would staple this love to the clouds if it meant seeing it hang

over me every day-not a storm cloud, those goddamn beautiful

shimmery ones that come right after lightning.

And every time he calls my name in bed, the thunder

crashes so loud even the sound of tsunami waves rolling

against the shore can’t drown it out.

I’ve seen the way you look at him, like a bloodhound thirsting

for its next kill, but let me tell you something:

I have sewn his name, over and over again, into my pockets;

and this thread is stronger than any blood.

You’d have to rip apart heaven and earth just to get

through to that kind of love.

And even jumping off the tallest building in the world

wouldn’t compare to how it felt to fall in love with him-

I don’t have nine lives, like a cat, and I can’t survive

that kind of fall without a parachute or an emergency landing

waiting for me below. You’ll never get those late-night texts

when he’s gone on a business trip and I’m stuck at home

eating ramen noodles out of a carton, the ones that contain

lines sweeter than an entire volume of Pablo Neruda’s love poems.

And you can have these glimpses of him, but not the man himself.

He’s mine, and taking him away from me

would be like pulling the sun away from the earth.

Please.

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 21:47:50 -1000

Please.

"You can only give your heart away once, after that, everything else will chase your first love"

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 22:34:55 -1000

“You can only give your heart away once, after that, everything else will chase your first love”

- The Opportunist, Tarry Fisher (via bookoaths)

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Wed, 03 Apr 2013 18:14:16 -1000

So this is Greg.

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 19:04:55 -1000

So this is Greg.

Hi Sex this is a post about sex hay because sex i’d like to ok i’m a teenager with...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 22:07:25 -1000

Sex

this is a post about

sex

hay because sex

i’d like to

i’m a teenager with feelings

sex

feelings

"You think you’re original, by leaving me? No. Everyone has already left me or is in a current state..."

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 20:32:48 -1000

“You think you’re original, by leaving me?
No. Everyone has already left me or is in a current state of leaving.
Touch my heart instead of my body.
Now there’s something no one else has done.”

- Original (via writingsforwinter)