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I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
dinners almost done
a thunderstorm warning
the smells of almost burnt bacon
our seamless transition to dark
Your anxious steps to the kitchen window
My reassurance that we’re okay, both
Now and always –
The rain starts, a glance exchanged
A soft giggle and more reassurance
That’s my favorite part
A slight shudder from outside
Another peering glance
And hurried scraps from your tools
Dinners almost done
More anxious steps to the couch
An outreached arm with a taste,
a toothsome mouthful
warmed with welcome
seasoned with sentiment and
meticulously brought
Hurried steps again, eyes gleaming
A plate of tenderness and
I am filled from all sides and every corner
all wax
the light
behind my eyes
is always on, always
burning or drowning
in a pool of its own wax—
true light—
real light—
is made of colors
                                                              the sincerest column of white
mine is
made of paper
paper with frayed edges
enough to fool or
full enough with
forced smiles and a
pushed laugh
bon mot shuffled
and all it would take
to blaze
is a single match
One of my favorite Paramore quotes ❤️
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The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too.
Ernst Hemingway (via quotefeeling)
“I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.” - Beau Taplin
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a gift of goodbye
there is privilege in goodbye
unjustly given to those who reject it
unaware of their precious gift
and cruelly taken from those who cry out for it
beg for it
to be remembered and swallowed and buried
i hope our goodbye
is the space between whispers
endlessly gentle and soft—
i hope our goodbye
is never truly our last
and we drift through infinite space
cycling
back to the start to do it again
and again
and again
but if our goodbye must come,
then let it come with riot
let it come with hot words and tears
let our warmth paralyze cool tendrils
and abate death’s grasp
and if we cannot avoid His inexorable reach
then i hope we can find courage to
suffer—
a gift of goodbye.
picnic date :)
womanhood and having a voyeuristic relationship with your own pain
“am i suffering beautifully?” “is my agony lovable?”
Hayley with Paramore before performing This is Why in Columbus Ohio
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