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Typewriter Series #336 all typed up. Sexy poems are fun. (at Helena, Montana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqPAFHbrxcS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
-Bylthe baird, if my body could speak
i still have our messages from 7 years ago
and this is the most we’ve spoken in 9
some day i will delete your number
i will no longer need to check your socials
or even think what you are up to
and if you still paint
and how your great american novel is doing
and if i’m still the main character
eventually i won’t care,
eventually
- eventually i will delete our texts
Bring me some silence, some long awaited quiet, and bring you with it.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
I have been here before. We all have. Out of salt water but still aching. If you are here again, please, ask for help. Reach out, find an ear to listen, find a hand to hold until it passes. You are not alone, you are never alone, and we need you here. Desperately. Stay. Please. We are here for you. This was Typewriter Series #186 years ago.
A day turned to weeks, Then a month, Now two years- I still can't comprehend, Nor tell my heart, That you're not here.
Stages of grief- I've felt them, large and small. But what stage is this- It's still here, Pain and all.
Seven hundred and thirty- The days since you left. If only love were enough- Your life, you would've kept.
I miss you today, Tomorrow I will still- The hole will always be here, One that no time will ever fill.
People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.
Thich Nhat Hạnh (via quotemadness)
what do you want to be when you grow up