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Catch These Hands! with your hands. we’re holding hands now. this is nice
we should treat love as something to be built rather than found
“When it hurts we return to the banks of certain rivers.”
— Czeslaw Milosz, I Sleep A Lot (via wildfairy)
“I stay up all night with the pain. It is The only one that will still talk to me about you.”
— Excerpt from “Things I think I already told you once in a dream” by Kelly m (via broken–poetry)
“I feel mysteriously exhausted, deep down.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry, written c. January, 1941
“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.”
— Maya Angelou (via amargedom)
“The skin is a texture of pain. // The skin is a language of pain. My skin holds your pain. I wear it like a waterfall dressing me. Outpour and endless.”
— Tiara Roxanne, from “friday / the thirteenth,” published in New Delta Review
“Every corner of my heart loved you In a field of fields you were the largest field In a field of moons you were the most moons”
— Anis Mojgani, In the Pockets of Small Gods (via weltenwellen)
“All I was was my body. Bleeding. Bleeding. But not crying.”
— Lidia Yuknavitch, from “The Chronology of Water: A Memoir,” wr. c. 2011
we always speak with wounded words
“Yes, there are times we live for somebody else.”
— The Lumineers // The Dead Sea