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“At nine-years-old I transform into things I have never been before: ‘astronaut suspended in space hummingbird buzzing in place soap bubble escaping my mother’s kitchen sink beam of august light floating through the leaves.’”

— Phil Kaye, from Date & Time (via buttonpoetry)

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“I want to infect you with the tremendous excitement of living, because I believe that you have the strength to bear it.”

— Tennessee Williams, from The Selected Letters: 1920-1945 (via victoriajoan)

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Glory be to the girl who goes back for her body.

Dominique Christina, Star Gazer (via heartmagician)

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I care so deeply about so little.

Things lost: my sex drive, his hair, our first apartment

In English, you say I am afraid. In Spanish, you say I have fear. I like that better.

— Eloisa Amezcua, from “Notes,” From the Inside Quietly

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no offense but im going to get better and im taking all of you up with me

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When we met I was just manic episodes and anxiety attacks about unwashed dishes. In my dreams you held my wrists, you applied cold washcloths to my temple. In reality you just blinked and ran your hands through your hair. In my dreams you hold my wrists and this time it means fucking. In my dreams I’m not hundreds of miles away. I’m not smoking cigarettes with men who kiss me teeth first: All bite, no patience, blaming me for being too fragile when my lip starts bleeding. In my dreams we got it right the first time and ended up in some Missouri town barefoot and smiling teeth first: All love, no bite. I left because I knew I could never be that woman. I could never leave behind my bite.

bite a.b. (via alexandriabarr)

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park that car 

drop that phone

sleep on the floor

dream about me

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There is something beautiful coming, even if it’s only the sun.

Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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I thought she was sleeping until I heard her call out from across the room, “Will you bring me a glass of water?” I did. Then in her always-sleepy tone and drawl she said, “Do you remember when you were a little boy and you would ask your mama to bring you a glass of water?” Yeah. “You know how half the time you weren’t even thirsty. You just wanted that hand that was attached to that glass that was attached to that person you just wanted to stay there until you fell asleep.” She took the glass of water that I brought her and just sat it down full on the table next to her. Wow, I thought. What am I gonna do with love like this.

One Night from Dito Montiel’s A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints (via thatkindofwoman)

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You smile at me You smile at me It’s a Wednesday It’s early so we still have our honeymoon hearts You smile at me It’s a Wednesday It’s early so we still have our honeymoon hearts Get off exit 269 You smile at me But this time it isn’t you “it’s over isn’t it?” he says I don’t respond because we both know the answer It’s a Sunday I take the exit but it’s no longer home You smile at me I really fucking hope it’s Wednesday It’s late so there’s no honey left Exit 269 But you’re smiling so I miss it But you’re smiling so I hit the guard rail instead You’re smiling at me And then you aren’t You aren’t even crying You’re just bleeding and I know I’m losing you and I know you’re my fault It’s no longer Wednesday You’re smiling at me And I know you’re my fault I made you into something you never wanted to be Then I crashed the car And you still loved me anyways You’re smiling at me I wish you didn’t love me anyways

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