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Relevant.

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[blackblackgold]

[thingonthedoorstep]

When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

Your Feet, Pablo Neruda

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[oldloves]

Jennifer Love Hewitt & Will Friedle in Seventeen, 1997

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[thingonthedoorstep]

anya's a cool girl, and she makes shit with her own hands, it's totally rad

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Visit Original Link

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Shop Around - The Miracles

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[thingonthedoorstep]

Life is no dream. Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! We fall down stairs and eat the moist earth, or we climb to the snow’s edge with the choir of dead dahlias. But there is no oblivion, no dream: raw flesh. Kisses tie mouths in a tangle of new veins and those who are hurt will hurt without rest and those who are frightened by death will carry it on their shoulders.

Federico García Lorca

[thingonthedoorstep]

When you plunged The light of Tuscany wavered And swung through the pool From top to bottom. I loved your wet head and smashing crawl, Your fine swimmer’s back and shoulders Surfacing and surfacing again This year and every year since. I sat dry-throated on the warm stones. You were beyond me. The mellowed clarities, the grape-deep air Thinned and disappointed. Thank God for the slow loadening, When I hold you now We are close and deep As the atmosphere on water. My two hands are plumbed water. You are my palpable, lithe Otter of memory In the pool of the moment, Turning to swim on your back, Each silent, thigh-shaking kick Re-tilting the light, Heaving the cool at your neck. And suddenly you’re out, Back again, intent as ever, Heavy and frisky in your freshened pelt, Printing the stones.

The Otter by Seamus Heaney

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“I’d be pretty bummed if I don’t get at least a bite of the Milky Way.”

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the accuracy tho

[televandalist]

[oofpoetry]

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

Anne Sexton (via oofpoetry)