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In a single word - awkward.

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Note to Self #11 by girlvswhale.

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Wanting you makes my fingers feel like tree limbs when spring comes and pushes out winter— embarrassed of my nakedness, but exhilarated to feel warmth after so many months of cold. You make me write bad sonnets about your hands in my hands and your mouth on my mouth. You make me write bad poetry about your skin against my skin and your hips between my thighs and your heart in my palms. This is not a poem. It is just a list of how much I want you; a list of places I wish you could touch me; a list of places I hope one day you will.

Kristen Fiore // Bad Poetry About Your Lips  (via girlvswhale)

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I swallow the stories of everyone I meet, trying to make up for all the lives I couldn’t live. My soul is more broken than my heart, and though I hold a world of mistakes inside each beat, I’m out of breath to catch. I’m out of breath to catch, but I still bury words like they could write life into your eyes. I’m out of breath to catch, but I still smoke us backwards, praying we will burn out before today. The times when your hands turned into mine, you made everything sound like rain. The times your lips were poison, erasing the edges of my heart until every exhale cut sharper than goodbye. I love the things I break and break the things I love; but I think you’re more beautiful in pieces. The void of missing us shouldn’t be strong enough to pull me back in.. or maybe I am just too weak.

The devils tea & me. (via teacup12)

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Manganoan Vesuvianite - Jeffrey mine, Asbestos, Les Sources RCM, Estrie, Quebec, Canada

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Melow Perez

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You can find this poem and a lot more like it in my first poetry book, Drumbeat for the Mending!

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..and if there’s an afterlife, I’ll love you there, too.

Promises (via teacup12)

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Her blood sloshed inside her as if even it didn’t want to move anymore. They scared her, it was 1973 and he was shot while eating a mars bar in Nam. They were children, really- although their palms swung like heavy pendulums. It was as if kettle water had been poured into her veins  the bubbling tickled, like in the way when sometimes  anger is sweet. Even when your throat hurts. Even when your knuckles strain, it’s a stampede of stomach butterflies they tickle you shout elation. She knew they didn’t feel young at all, but nobody ever really feels that they’re young not even the children with tiny hands,  and smooth blood.