― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]
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― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]
Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score
trust me, when you see a dove couple doing this for half an hour without ever getting bored of each other, something in you changes fundamentally
“How sad that everything has to change, yet what a relief, too”
— John Ashbery, from “Words to That Effect”, Quick Question: Poems
Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami
“I love that hour of the party when everyone’s settled into their discomfort and someone tells you something really important—in passing—because it’s too painful any other way.”
— — Alex Dimitrov, from “Love,” Love and Other Poems (via lifeinpoetry)
“For a moment during our phone call as it was snowing, as I realized the extent of our sorrow, I knew that I loved you so much it was like I was practically crying out: Here is the location of the soul I have cared for, and here is the source of all beauty and love, but how heavy, how painful, how heavy, how painful.”
— Qiu Miaojin, from Last Words from Montmartre (via down-the-rabbith0le)
this lesbian love note in a thrifted book has overcome me like it really is all about love it has always been and will always be
Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House; from ‘Shapechangers in Winter’
ppl who don't get cats will try to argue that cats don't love you meanwhile cats will cry and cry and cry and cry like the world is ending until you hold them like a baby and give them a kissy on their perfect lil forehead
babe get ready for a night on the town, i just found an old Subway gift card and there’s still $9.45 left on it
hahaha cool i should share that post on google+
have a seat we need to talk
Confessional // Sue Zhao
if i could only shrimp like a cat, i feel like i would unlock the secret to inner peace
shrimp heaven now