The Stonewall Inn

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if i look back, i am lost
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@anothernotch-onmybelt
Grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. This is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life.
k.b. // unknown
I’m a walking contradiction
Don’t hold me too tight
But please don’t let me go
A hopeless romantic
But please leave me alone
Tell me you want me
But don’t show it too much
I’ll melt in your arms
But coil away from your touch
At night I’ll ask the moon for you
But sneak out in the morning
Write you pretty little poems
And then leave without a warning
Say I can’t live without you
But then show you that I can
I’ll promise you that I’m different
But then you’ll see who I really am
You’ll think I complete you,
That I’m really the one
So did all the others
Til I left and was done.
And then your tune will change
And I’ll be the villain
you’ll barely make it out alive
But you’ll be free, god willing
And I’ll be stuck again
with myself, all alone
Til another one thinks
he can make me his own.
“I can’t sleep without your breathing and I can’t breathe each time you’re leaving.”
— Placebo - English Summer Rain
“I asked you for the fifth time today if you really loved me. You told me to stop asking that it was something I should know. But I can’t help it. I’ve spent my whole life being reused and replaced it’s hard to know whether “I love you” means forever or for now. I’m sorry that I ask so often because every time I do I remember that people these days are so quick to replace things that are broken I wouldn’t blame you for doing the same. You see I have always loved more and so I am terrified of loving but terrified of not having you. For these reasons I need to know that you love me that you think of me that you even remember me at all.”
— Five by LeahJuliett (via be-free-barbie)
“Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it.”
— Andrei Platonov, Happy Moscow.
“I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.”
— Beau Taplin
From This is How You Lose Her by Junot Diaz
“I am the dark and I am the light, I am the moon and I am the starless night sky. Fall in love with all that I am or please, do not fall in love with me at all.”
— Unknown
“When did you decide to be gay?”
Last week. I woke up and I was like I want to be judged and not accepted by most of society and denied basic human rights. I thought it would be fun to not be allowed to get married and to be called rude names when I’m with the person I love. I mean, who wouldn’t want that?
"I think there is a star in the sky for every time that I thought you were beautiful."
Even with the distance between us it’s like our heart strings are tied together. sometimes she gives the strings a strum and I can feel the warm vibrations from where i’m standing
“You ask everybody you know: How long does it usually take to get over it? There are many formulas. One year for every year you dated. Two years for every year you dated. It's just a matter of will power: The day you decide it’s over, it’s over. You never get over it.”
— Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her
Of Love & Longing
When we met, I felt alive after ages.
Days passed, and my nothingness seemed heartfelt, again.
I got used to unused matchsticks,
And a growing warmth
Amidst mind-numbing daily chores
Almost like a steady jazz couplet
Oozing rythm
Where there was none.
It's been a week
Since my texts have gone unanswered.
I need to remind myself to buy another packet of smokes tomorrow.
The cold has started to set in.
It's ok, I'll just tell people that we f**ked.
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