Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violent flash of lightning. The dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter, my fingertips touch your blood. All my joy is to feel life spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours.
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But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.
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Make love
like you have no
secrets
like you’ve
never been
left
never been
hurt
like the world
don’t owe you a
single
wretched
thing.
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This is what my heart looks like right now.
But i probably shouldn’t have been punching boys that have the emotional receptivity of walls with my heart.
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You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.
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A Group of photos from my Flickr favorites.
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stl selfcarethings on Flickr.
Self-care is important, even if these things don’t work for you, find something that does.
Also Hedwig.
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— Pablo Neruda
(via jessicaloribeth)
You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things.
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…and then the guy next to me whispered, “Sacrifice!”
I was seriously wondering what (if anything) they wore under the loin cloths..
Rows of beautiful hammocks.
YES!!!! I GOT TO HOLD THE IGUANA! Isn’t he precious?!
