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“Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

— Andrea Gibson, Bone Burying (via stelmarias)

(via stelmarias)

Source: mournfully

“Sometimes you just need to cry and be sad. You need to break down and be torn apart. You need to learn how to pick yourself up and put yourself back together. Sometimes, the only way to be happy is to give into sadness first.”

— (via chromedomey)

(via chromedomey)

Source: thelovewhisperer

sadprayers-guiltybodies:

I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.

Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized

that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.”

—Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies”

(via witch-moon)

Source: tilthe

c-haricature:

you’ve lost your voice
because there was a tree
growing in your chest
and now you’ve set fire to it,
turning your lungs black
to match the rest of your insides.
go ahead and try to cough out the smoke

(via witch-moon)

Source: c-haricature

“You can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful;
something not everyone knows how to love.”

— “For Women Who Are Difficult to Love,” Warsan Shire (via rainydaysandblankets)

(via rainydaysandblankets)

Source: sotla

harrysthefather:

DO PEOPLE NOT UNDERSTAND THAT I CAN BE SAD FOR NO REASON

(via blonohomo)

Source: harrysthefather

(via daisyloveletters)

Source: rrevolutionaries

“And he loves her. He loves her like he can never grab enough of her between his fingers. And no matter how close he gets, even when they make love, it never feels close enough.”

— Iain S. Thomas (via rainydaysandblankets)

(via rainydaysandblankets)

Source: OLD-SCHOOL-YARD

“I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,
but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.”

— Dean Young (via smith-dog)

(via ipsissimavoce)

Source: forestmilk

“

If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside

on my fingertips
and at brain edges

and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.

”

— Charles Bukowski (via loveyourchaos)

(via ipsissimavoce)