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You’ve got a pretty mean mouth.

You’ve got a pretty way about you when you drown me out.

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She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds: fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest.
Christopher Poindexter (via vacants)
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Making love with you
is like drinking sea water.
The more I drink
the thirstier I become,
until nothing can slake my thirst
but to drink the entire sea.
Kenneth Rexroth, The Love Poems of Marichiko: VII (via mrsclarkkent)
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You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.
Francesca Lia Block, Wasteland (via budddha)
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I have an entire forest living inside of me and you have carved your initials into every tree.
Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)
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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed. She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to. She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three. Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap. Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back. You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me. You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now. You don’t say: But it was everything then.


Some things are better left unsaid (via accidentul)

god idk how i feel about this

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From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people.
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honestly, my thoughts are the same whether it’s three am or three pm. my thoughts never change. my mood maybe, but not my thoughts.
Scottie Waves (via kushandwizdom)
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