"How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I'm fond of flowers."
-Susan Sontag, from "Death Kit," published c. January 1967
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"How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I'm fond of flowers."
-Susan Sontag, from "Death Kit," published c. January 1967
— T. James (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
He fit with me
Without malice
Without force
Without reason
Just an easy
Comfortable
And yet
Exhilarating fit
We were like
Two puzzle pieces
That were extras
In the picture
They were supposed to make
And yet
Together
We made perfect sense
And with that
I began to heal
Art and touch And beautiful summer nights.
“please tell me i meant something to you”
—
at war with myseIf because I know I can do better.
Think of everything we went through just to end up right back where we started.
a bookstore date always sounds like a good idea.
I forgot what you felt like and how your presence used to linger on me.
“If I touched you the way I truly wanted to, I think even your bones would remember me after death.”
I love when my brain invents problems that don’t exist just to keep things interesting.
my problem is, i don’t get turned on easily but i do get turned OFF easily
I will forever be profoundly unimpressed with people who take pride in their unkindness to others