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[syrupsummer]

You called last night to say you’re sorry. I tell you that I’m trying to look forward, not back.

Give me time.

I hear your voice, smell you on the sweatshirt I kept from you.

I remember myself, what it felt like to have you inside me—

‘I still love you.’ We both say it.

If you still love me, then what are you apologizing for?

Did you still love her or did you not deserve me?

The story keeps changing and I can’t quite keep up.

I understand your dilemma, caught between a love lost and a love never quite finished.

I do not know which one I am.

‘I still love you.’ We both say it.

If I still love you,

then what am I forgiving?

I found tenderness inside of you and now I want it for myself.

I hope I made you happy.

You changed me. I do not recognize who I used to be, afraid of tenderness and your touch,

and losing you.

For now,

You dip your hand in the river and the flow carries your scent downstream.

I miss you.

I love you.

I think I always will, and one day I hope we fall into each other again.

But not yet.

Not yet.

— slip through my fingers (nq)

[syrupsummer]

You’re not enough for me. This was a long time coming, I think. You tell me that I put an ocean between us, and made no attempt to cross it. But I am the ocean. The waves that crash on my shores created a riptide that wanted to drown you; you did not like being lost at sea. So forgive me for being unlovable. And I’ll forgive you for not wanting to take the dive. —you never learned to swim (nq)

[syrupsummer]

You call flowers beautiful, 

 and you call yourself weak 

because of how easily you are hurt by other people. 

Need I remind you dear, flower petals bruise 

against greedy fingers

just as easily as you do. 

And just like you, it doesn’t make them any less beautiful, 

and it doesn’t make them any less resilient 

against the winter’s storm. 

 -You Will Make it Through (via nq)

[syrupsummer]

You were fire. Scathing, bright, violently beautiful. I was the ocean: blue, soft, silent, and I swallowed you whole.

Still on My Mind (via nq)

[syrupsummer]

You are a story I have always wanted to tell, but never had the words to.

Do You Hear the Sound of My Restlessness? (via nq)

[syrupsummer]

I hope there comes a time where I can hold your hand in the street and not feel like I’m trying to tear a part of me free

Love is Lonely With You (via nq)

[annieclaflin]

Margot is one of my favorite subjects as she is always content to be just as she is in front of the camera. Here she is, in her front yard, in her favorite place on earth. 

[annieclaflin]

Fire in the Hole! Thinking back on Fourth of July celebrations last week in Maine. Tons of fun was had with the canon. Safety first - protect your ears from the sound of the blast!