She didn’t understand
He didn’t do anything to explain
That is how the story ended

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She longed to throw something at him. A chair. Herself.
— Loretta Chase, Silk Is For Seduction

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Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
— Nizar Qabbani

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It’s like quicksand (this negative tension): the harder I try to diffuse it, the worse it gets. (Intent on hearing things I haven’t said and seeing signs that aren’t there) it’s as if everything I do only serves to exasperate the situation. I suspect it is time I reacquaint myself with the simple truth that you can’t be everybody’s friend and that sometimes it really is best to look right through someone and tell yourself they aren’t there.

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But I am slow thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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It is far too easy to overlook the solitary raindrop. Not until it falls in a long period of drought do we truly learn to appreciate its life saving qualities.

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Without ever realising I was cold, suddenly there it was - this flame, burning brightly and pulling me into its delicious warmth. And just like that, my days had been reduced to an exercise in how not to end up scorched and crumpled at your feet.

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Does it feel the same,
the aching endless longing,
does it follow you?
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

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Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those
— Sylvia Plath

12th August 2014

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When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
— Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare (via observando)

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12th August 2014

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anamorphosis-and-isolate:

"We get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds."

anamorphosis-and-isolate:

"We get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds."

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12th August 2014

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allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Robin Williams
Rest in peace.

allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Robin Williams

Rest in peace.

Source: allhailthehutch

12th August 2014

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Human morals
decay quicker than
human bodies,
and outages
of humanity
are more frequent
than shortages of
electricity, oil, or water.

Worlds away,
there are cities
that decompose
while I sleep;
as I lay to rest my eyes
for some hours,
someone who looks
like me rests theirs
for eternity.

— Nav K (via navk)

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12th August 2014

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12th August 2014

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I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House (via canhappenlove)

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12th August 2014

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You are not the heaviness
sitting inside of you.
You are not the battlefield
where the bodies fall,
and you are not the sound of cannons
breaking the sky open.
You are what happens after the war.

The surviving.

The healing.

The rebuilding.
— Y.Z, for the bad nights (via rustyvoices)

Source: rustyvoices

12th August 2014

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You can’t conquer people and build a country on top of them, and then feel offended that they breathe the same oxygen.
— Immortal Technique (via systematicgenocide)

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10th August 2014

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10th August 2014

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missannavaldez:

new work! 
"References"
oil on canvas. 80 x 70 inches. 2014

missannavaldez:

new work! 

"References"

oil on canvas. 80 x 70 inches. 2014

Source: annavaldez.com