Words.

everything is more beautiful because we are doomed.

[buttonpoetry]

Button author Olivia Gatwood, featured inside of Smoke Signals B-B-Q in Toronto. Check out Olivia’s impeccable book, New American Best Friend.

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Stop treating everyone like they are going to leave you.

 (via epoch-alypse)

[epoch-alypse-blog]

You know, a piece of you dies every day. It sounds morbid but it’s true. Every day we grieve the death of some small piece of us. Whether it is a memory, like the sweetest ones from our childhood, the phone number of someone we loved once upon a time, or something physical, like the hairs that are ripped out by our combs in the morning or the cells at the ends of our polished fingernails. Every single day, we die a little more on the inside and the outside. That’s why it’s important for us to live. It’s important for us to be alive. To be present. Because we’re dying and we’re losing things and they will never come back to life. And that’s so fucking sad. Sometimes I can see and feel each tiny flake of my heart fall off and drift to the floor. That’s death. I can feel myself deteriorating. It’s fucking sad. God it’s sad. But we’re doing the best we can and the best we can do is to keep ourselves alive. To wake up every day and live enough to make up for the parts of us that have died.

A Piece of You Dies Every Day -dani (via epoch-alypse)

old blog hello 

[epoch-alypse-blog]

Take My Feelings For a Walk

I’m not asking you to tiptoe around my feelings. (Even though I could do without all the stomping). I’m asking you to walk with them. Walk normally. Walk slowly. Take their hand and go for a stroll. And when you touch and feel their hand you will know that they are real that they are valid that they exist. Yes, they’re delicate, but so are you. Which is why I always walk lightly and I always knock before entering and I ask “How are you”? even if I’ve been around you all day. That’s why I take your feelings for walks in the park and let them wear my jacket when they’re cold, even if it means I’m going to freeze. So don’t tiptoe. I’m not a baby. Don’t stomp. I’m not indestructible. Just walk. I am human, and so are you. -dani

[daniburner-old]

feelings lately 

[epoch-alypse-blog]

Salt of the Earth

Something about the exchange Of molecules between our lungs and words within our breaths. Something about my thumb grazing your thumb instead of a fluorescent screen bearing your name. Something about live music, the way my ears taste the bass, can never sound the same in small white earphones, but I enhance the volume anyway. Something about you, and how a drop of morning dew is even more refreshing than diving in a swimming pool on a late July afternoon. Finally I breathe cool, damp air. And even among the opposite, in a crowd humid and hot, sweat beads on my upper lip, I taste salt and dirt, and hear each finger play each string and voice sing raw word, your existence becomes visceral, true. I feel every single element that conceived you. -dani

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old old old poems

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I am afraid I will never be enough for myself.

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dont test me. I’ll fall asleep in my sadness and wake in the arms of my silence, I’ll rest my head on sorrow, staring into the sun, and never tell you why, until you prove to me that you truly want to know.

[rainingboobies]

It’s fine when I’m forgetting, framing the same picture of you in my mind until I become numb at the sight. It’s fine when I’m surrounded by people and places you’ve never met, never spoken about. It’s fine when I can convince myself you’re elsewhere. But then I come home. Then I come home and I feel your amber absence in every single breeze; I drive by your house and your car never moves. My universe stands still, because you were the one spinning it on yellowed fingernails and stopping it when it went too fast. Everyone else keeps on living like it’s fine, but I’m empty. 

The pain exhausts me now. I roll my eyes when I feel the sting of tears, the rock in my throat, because I’ve cried so many times for you, and none of them have brought you back. 

Last night in my dreams, I saw a man who looked just like you. But dream me reminded herself that you’re gone. It’s been almost seven months since I’ve seen you alive, but last night you finally died in my dreams. 

[daniburner-old]

It's fine when I'm forgetting, framing the same pictures of you in my mind over and over until I become numb at the sight.

[daniburner-old]

A Tidal Wave in My Teacup

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The people who will be there most when you need them are the ones who know well what it's liketo need someone.

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Lonely hearts bleed the thinnest blood; Lonely mindsfeed every thoughtto the wolves.

[thedbldee]

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