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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

Kait Rokowski (via alunit)

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lockzinhas

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The signs as the poetry of Sappho

Aries: "Of thunder, in my ears."

Taurus: "The greatest beauty earth can offer;"

Gemini: "—I have a childlike heart"

Cancer: “soft as she is”

Leo: "I desire and I crave."

Virgo: "—I conversed with you in a dream"

Libra: "the brightness and beauty of the sun."

Scorpio: "You burn me."

Sagittarius: "But all is to be dared,"

Capricorn: "bittersweet, undefeated creature–"

Aquarius: "Softer than rainfall at twilight,"

Pisces: "What means this passionate grief,—"

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tristamateer

i. So I never pressed my palms against the thing that broke me. So the ending is small and unglamorous. So, okay. ii. The best part about this city is that it is so big, you can break my heart in it and never have to worry about seeing me on your morning train. iii. I don’t get to come back from this. I never get to be the person I was before I met you. (Or didn’t meet you.) She sat by the phone but I got on the plane and there’s no coming back from that. There are some things you never get to be again.

“Observations After The Fact” Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

#words #have i not suffered enough

botanize

Me currently

lostcap

Kiss him. Kiss him as if he were Troy and you were born for war.

burning cities to taste ashes | p.d (via lostcap)

#words #darling

50shadesofyodaddysdick

me to my friends after they find out that i like some generic ass white boy

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who remembers this classic

#vine

lets-catch-some-waves

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tristamateer

i. So I never pressed my palms against the thing that broke me. So the ending is small and unglamorous. So, okay. ii. The best part about this city is that it is so big, you can break my heart in it and never have to worry about seeing me on your morning train. iii. I don’t get to come back from this. I never get to be the person I was before I met you. (Or didn’t meet you.) She sat by the phone but I got on the plane and there’s no coming back from that. There are some things you never get to be again.

“Observations After The Fact” Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

#words

theoldestchorusgirlintheworld

I feel fundamentally dishonest using the phrase “low key” so often because inside my heart and soul I’m actually and unambiguously and inappropriately obsessively 100% full scale high key about literally everything I ever think and feel and look at.

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