"Perhaps, all I mean to say is that I adore you. Because, in a way, I think I can be senseless with you and still make sense. Because you’re devastatingly real."

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

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"

Back home, the girls are not soft —
they pit peaches with their teeth,
drink sadness like they’re starving.

They always dance alone,
listen to songs with lyrics
about strawberry wine.

They blossom like beer bottles,
wear october on their shins,
split open, screaming —

a foreign rose
just aching
for a fight.

"

d.a.s, “The Girls Back Home” (via backshelfpoet)

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"Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst."

Yara Bashraheel (via sigh-twombly)

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"And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go."

She was always holding my hand (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

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sunday

sunday

Standing in the kitchen, sweeping the air with my hand, I say
“Guess who’s seasonal depression has already started in full swing?”
And I lower the knife into a pan of homemade pumpkin pie bars

Kissing my forehead, he says
“Have a good day. You’re allowed to do that.”
And I get in my car,
Put my head in my hands,
And cry, cry, cry

When I am sad, I like to do things for other people
It helps ease the aching void between my ribs
I buy flowers
Write cards
Make packages of baked goods
Give lingering hugs
Send kind text messages
Try and go out of my way to make the world less big and scary and awful

Because if it really is all pointless,
If it’s really going to hell and nothing matters,
Then I at least want today to be beautiful
At least want other people’s hurt to lessen
Even if I can’t lessen my own

stupidstagram:

Using a Lil Wayne related hashtag to fight sexism. #Remarkable.

stupidstagram:

Using a Lil Wayne related hashtag to fight sexism. #Remarkable.

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"The hardest thing to do when you go back underwater, is talk about what the sky was like."

Iain Thomas (via splitterherzen)

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Every Morning by Amanda Oliver

waxenneat:

In the car on our way to the park, I realized I forgot a drink.

“Fuck. It is never enough for you. Fine. We’ll get you a fucking drink.”

When people wonder why I say sorry so much, I have to ask myself the same thing.

Why do I say sorry so much?

Because there are people in the world who only want to make you feel it. There are people who never heard those words when they needed them, who will manipulate others into these acts of contrition again and again, who will turn you into a parrot that only knows one word. Sorry. Sorry. You learn to repeat, you learn to repent. To choke on anything but these apologies.

There is that terrible Sugar Ray song with the line, Every morning there’s a halo hanging from the corner of my girlfriend’s four-post bed and, in the rare instances that I hear it, I am reminded of how often I was accused of being so perfect. His booming voice is above and below and around me again. I was some angel with a fucking halo. I thought I woke with a leash at the edge of my bed, if anything.

Human Parts is being super kind to me today.