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Madness

I re-read most of my tumblr posts I published in my previous life & every word made me angry. They reminded me that it was real.

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I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.

 Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via moonbrains)

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Happy Holidays Instagram! (at Bablak)

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What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?

Virginia Woolf, Night and Day 

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I considered suicide, but I felt a strange fondness for my body, my life. Scarred as they were, they were mine.

Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

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“What a weary time those years were — to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.”

Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

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“There was so much sadness in everything, even when things worked.”

Charles Bukowski  (via blackistheonlycolor)

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And every single thing you ever did that bothered me, is every single thing I miss.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via kadotettu)

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My favorite sex position is crying alone in the bathroom

Filthy Frank (via unlawfulpossession)

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Stop looking for happiness in the same place you lost it.

Unknown (via dreamsinmanhattan)

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We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

Charles Bukowski (via observando)

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berry heaven

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My only regret is that I didn’t tell enough people to fuck off.

My 92 year old grandma. (via intensional)

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And there's a God.

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Pizza anyone?