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Charles Bukowski, Pulp
i wish my bleeding heart can beat through the pain
“He was going to live forever, or die in the attempt.”
— Joseph Heller
why does it feel like im losing you
every time my heart breaks just slightly i go on tumblr
“She walled in her heart till her very heart became the walls.”
—
undoubtedly, still in love with you
-lover
“…you can hate a place with all your heart and soul and still be homesick for it.”
— Joseph Mitchell
“people go but how they left always stays”
— Rupi Kaur
as i think about the future i imagine myself waking up with the warmth of you hugging my entire body, your scent completely taking over, as i snuggle into you, we’ll fit each other like a missing puzzle finally found after a lifetime of searching.
for you, goodbye!
“don’t get me wrong, i’m an independent person. but i quite like the idea of waking up in the middle of the night with your arm wrapped around me. not protecting me, just holding me. and when i can’t sleep, i get to admire you. i can hold my breath until our heartbeats are in sync or maybe i can kiss the scar above your lip. i can count the freckles on your arms like i am an astronomer mesmerized by the stars in the sky. i can guess where your dreams are taking you by studying your wavering smile or fluttering eyes. and when i do fall asleep, i will dream about you, the last thing my eyes saw before i gave into the exhaustion. and when i wake up, the first thing i will see is you. maybe you will still be sleeping soundly holding onto me, or maybe i will catch you admiring me, too.”
— excerpt from it starts like this by shelby leigh
this is 100% why i never fucked with that “normcore” nonsense and why i’m still extremely self-conscious about what i wear and how my clothes fit, even after my weight loss. wearing “normal” clothes only becomes “fashion” when it’s on skinny attractive people and once it’s on a fat person it’s suddenly the trappings of the tacky and the unwashed poors. fuck out of here. you can make anything look good.
“I write because you exist.”
— Michael Faudet (via bnmxfld)
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I miss bookstores.
@onceuponabookblr are bookstores still closed where you live??
“she hid her heart in her poems…where no one would ever find it”
— (via michaelbogild)