fuckoffmiimi:

this is what got john lennon into art college just remember that

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I have to
peel you off me."
— Margaret Atwood, from You Take My Hand (via violentwavesofemotion)
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I was
the girl of the chain letter,
the girl full of talk of coffins and keyholes,
the one of the telephone bills,
the wrinkled photo and the lost connections,
the one who kept saying–
Listen! Listen!
We must never! We must never!

and all those things…

the one
with her eyes half under her coat,
with her large gun-metal blue eyes,
with the thin vein at the bend of her neck
that hummed like a tuning fork,
with her shoulders as bare as a building,
with her thin foot and her thin toes,
with an old red hook in her mouth,
the mouth that kept bleeding
in the terrible fields of her soul…

the one
who kept dropping off to sleep,
as old as a stone she was,
each hand like a piece of cement,
for hours and hours
and then she’d wake,
after the small death,
and then she’d be as soft as,
as delicate as…

as soft and delicate as
an excess of light,
with nothing dangerous at all,
like a beggar who eats
or a mouse on a rooftop
with no trap doors,
with nothing more honest
than your hand in her hand–
with nobody, nobody but you!
and all those things.
nobody, nobody but you!

"
— Anne Sexton, from Love Song (via violentwavesofemotion)
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hafsaatique:

“i quit smoking in a day and
i terrified her.
i asked her why.

she said:
because. a person that
can quit smoking in a day,
can leave behind anything
and not look back.

what she meant was,
i could leave behind
anyone.”

- “habits”, hafsa atique

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I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can’t bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you?"
— James Joyce, from Ulysses (via violentwavesofemotion)

cieply:

i wanna talk about it but i really dont wanna talk about it