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"Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. who understands you even in the madness; someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face; or with the idea of being in love"


1:00 am
October 2 2014

6 cups of coffee

3 cigarettes

200 words

1 happy girl


11:52 pm
October 1 2014

slaughterhouse mouth, your throat-cutters tongue;
as the sky let down its snow-filled skirts
our feathers shifted south, pale coats hung, 
the radiator shifting,              shuck
                                                     suck
                                                              shuck. 

oh moan your hands off; take my mouth off; 
your teeth are geese; my teeth are take-offs; 
with your inside voice, my inside hands,
I ask:          baby, let me rearrange
                  your bones off. 


11:16 pm
September 9 2014

If you’re the problem, then that’s perfect. You can fix it all


1:03 pm
September 7 2014

Metaphors My Mother Never Taught Me

writingsforwinter:

On the days when your body feels like a broken hour glass

and all you want is to tip it over and let the remaining sand spill out,

think of how many good minutes you still have left.

Heartbreak is like rain: eventually it dries up and disappears through the cracks

of whatever pieces your heart still contains,

replenishing it for next year.

Never trust a man who howls at you like a wolf

without treating you like the moon.

The only fingerprints someone should dust on your body

should be the fingerprints you want.

But your body is never a crime scene. And you are never the criminal.

Any scars on your skin are not periods. They are not the end of your life story,

but instead are hyphens, joining pain with the good to come.

The sound of your own pulse may alternately

crescendo and decrescendo, and some days you may want the music to end,

but keep on listening.

It’s the most beautiful symphony you’ll ever hear performed live.


12:40 pm     1,560 notes
September 7 2014

Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.


12:39 pm
September 7 2014

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

— Iain Thomas


12:39 pm
September 7 2014

It’s so nice to just take your makeup off and feel your own skin and lie in your own bed, away from things. When I am alone and have some place to let it all out, I really understand it all. It’s important to remember to stop stop and really think about where you are and what you want from life. Once you’re at a point where it can be just you and your own thoughts and you’re happy to be by yourself, it’s all okay. Forget everything else, you’re doing alright. Smile.


12:27 pm
September 7 2014

People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.

— James Baldwin


12:11 pm
September 7 2014

“I go to sleep and wake up
different. You make a lengthy
drive across Iowa to find
the other end of Iowa, its fields
hung silent in iron sky. Claims
are always being made
about precision. If I were a bird
I would mean to be
the small kind. What is going on
in that room where
no one lives? It might fill
itself with delicate things,
some very nice iron bowls,
twelve miniature trees all
of them aflame. Listen,
Cody. How many times
did they tell you
you’d never make it? One day
is never longer than
the next untangling film
from a canister. Somebody
means to measure you
by needle and light.
I take a quiet kind
of panic to the river.”

— Wendy Xu, “It’s Almost My Birthday Don’t Tell Anyone”


12:03 pm
September 7 2014

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