December 2011
49 posts
“I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me...”
– Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
“Sometimes I have wanted
to throw you off
like a heavy coat.
Sometimes I have...”
– Vicki Feaver, Coat (via holdonmagnolia)
thesextape:
today i thought of you and i was sad because we don’t talk anymore but then i realized what a lying piece of shit you are and everything was fine, because fuck you you don’t deserve me anyway
“You have to look at what you have right in front of you, at what it could be,...”
– Jonathan Tropper (via johnerick)
yunzi:
well yeah, yeah we should be just friends.
lionskin:
i’m wearing the dress i wore the first time i got into your bed and slept with you through the night. and you woke me up and unraveled me out of my dress and i never wore it again. until right now.
2011
when are you leaving?
sometime in august
are you sure?
i think so. i think i’m sure.
where are you now?
the grand canyon. it’s much prettier than i thought it was going to be.
where are you now?
new mexico. you should see how bright white sands is. it’s so pretty.
where are you now?
wyoming, i’t’s depressing here.
where are you now?
south dakota and it’s so shitty.
where are you...
literarycollective:
you could never make me happy, no, but that’s only because happiness was my chore, it was something I had to chase in place and it was something that I lost sometimes when the dark came and god I don’t know what anything looks like in the dark I just go by the way your skin feels under my fingers and now there’s nothing to feel but empty
literarycollective:
I wanted to hold you all day and let it hurt before midnight. It was an obscure hope but it was something that I would do for you, whatever that meant.
It meant, maybe, that I was sorry for the time over the phone when I let my insecurities clog up the mouth piece and I was sorry for all the last minute flight plans and for all the songs that I said instead of singing and I...
1 tag
we strolled into your room. we acted like this was just another routine in our lives; you take off my shirt i unbutton your jeans you kiss my neck i moan for this not too end. it was always the same.
i remember crying more times than i would like too admit. i remember the only light that danced across my body was coming from your computer.
somewhere inside of me still holds onto that...
ponyboyx:
Hiding from myself again Trying to pretend that I don’t care Seems like forever since we’ve spoken And this is killing me I’m dying quietly I miss you dear; please come back home I need you here, I need you here
“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you,...”
– Richard Silken- You Are Jeff (via vulneratusanima)
noshamenovember:
you wanna talk about shame? let’s talk about kissing you on my bedroom floor with thin lips. there was snow falling outside my window like all the ways you thought you could save me. you couldn’t save me. let’s be clear about this: i was a woman of seventeen with very long hair. you were still making plans to run away from your parents house. i would have kept you for my friend...
blueecool:
Title Fight - Your Screen Door
you were running your hand up my inner thigh and i was trying my best too remember if i shaved the night before. but your cold hands were fogging up my memory. and i couldn’t tell you where this was going. but i was okay letting you send shivers down my spine.
salubriousextrications:
Trying on clothes that I enjoy just makes me want to rush over unannounced and slowly take them off for you.
Finding records that I know you’d love as much as I do makes listening to them alone extremely difficult.
Forcing myself to have moments of silence away from others simply and quickly brings your eyes to mind.
Reading things that astound me make me sad that I’m...
and if i thought it would change things i would tell you how i feel
“He thinks of you when the woman lying next to him thinks he’s asleep.”
– Elliot Perlman (via thechocolatebrigade)
vociferousraconteur:
Every page of my journal is filled with lines of the girl and her sunkissed skin, her warm heart, her toes dipped into the ocean, the sweat swimming down her chest on the hottest day of the year.
I am always writing about a summer with her and I never knew I could love a winter girl.
“The key to finding love is fucking up the pattern on purpose and skipping a...”
– Andrea Gibson (via loveyourchaos)
“And when I woke
I was alone.
And the morning
did nobody justice.
And the...”
– Jill Alexander Essbaum, excerpt from What A Dream I Had (via holdonmagnolia)
soulsearchparty:
Been hearing about you.
All about your disapproval.
Still I remember the way I used to move you.
I wrote you a letter.
I heard it just upset you.
Why don’t you tell me?
How can I do this better?
Are you out there?
Do you hear me?
Can I call you?
Do you still hate me?
Are we talking?
Are we fighting?
Is it over?
Are we writing?
We’re...
poorlywrittenhistory:
I crawled into bed, all blistered and weary, mind everywhere all at once and called you, voice crackling through the receiver, counting my ribs as I lay on my back, catching deep breaths one after the other so I’d never have a chance to tell you how much I missed you
why didn’t we fight harder, why didn’t we work to conquer a love that stretched and manipulated and changed...
1 tag
I was on your bedroom floor, I can hardly remember how we got there. But I remember how you touched every inch of me.
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clavicola:
I’m fluent in military hours and I know how to speak in morse code to skin. If you want, I can teach you how to factor yourself in such a way that you know all of your own roots. I disappear without actually disappearing and if need be, I can grow another skin for you to hide underneath. Put your ear to my wrist and you can hear my heartbeat, or maybe it’s just an echo of one. We...
(82)
clavicola:
Loneliness isn’t a condition you can prescribe pills for. Everyone I know has some sort of broken heart or a splinter that they’re too tired to notice lodged into their chest. If you leave me alone for too long I’ll throw my soul against the pavement from a thirty-seven story window just to see if I can land on my feet. That’s how my uncle died, but we’re not supposed to talk about...
“You moved from Boston to Paris into a little apartment on the rue du...”
– Thomas, Paris, Je t’aime (via sitcom)
“I’ve only known you for hours. We drink together.
We drink and we get drunk. I...”
– William L. Alton, Dancing With A Brand New Lover (via grammatolatry)
frida kahlo to marty mcconnell
yunzi:
eggplanntt:
leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought...
“I bought some string cheese today that expires
on your birthday and thought to...”
– Brett Elizabeth Jenkins, April 6 (via grammatolatry)
“You will be out with friends
when the news of her existence
will be...”
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via holdonmagnolia)
“I am writing a book on how to write a book so I can learn how to properly...”
– Gregory Sherl, Please Move to Vermont and Break My Heart (via grammatolatry)
clavicola:
I shouldn’t ask questions that only I know the answer to, should I. I mean, what do I expect when I ask “How did this happen” to a boy who doesn’t know that poetry is the one thing that turns me on the most?
We’re all born at the crowning of the universe, and none of us ever die, either, just as long as people keep picking the flowers that grow at the edges of our gravestones and...
fleurishes:
a is for
autumn, amor deliria nervosa, a la mode, azaleas, aquariums, aphrodite, astrology
it’s also for amortentia
and afternoons spent on beaches where the sun spills over your skin like some kind of baptism
a is for aurora borealis, for those great leaping lights in the sky that make you dizzy if you try to dance under them for too long like the whole alaskan tundra is...
