December 2011
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Last night I found monsters under the bed
Of my nails from where I’d been
Scratching my own skin raw and bleeding
Trying to weed out the feeling that
Life is just a circle like my mother always told me
That life is just a cycle I can never seem to break
Because all these boys and all these people
Give up on me before I have the chance to but I challenge you to name one time when that...
greatnesslieswithin:
I peeked at the future and found two aged lovers, still intoxicated by a powerful affection, smiling widely at each other. They weren’t us.
standing by an open door.
thedustdancestoo:
i waited for you.
i prayed,
i pray,
i wait still.
“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is...”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via wearebarebones)
The Rabbit Letters #85
10000sidewalks:
This whole eating thing is really hard sometimes. I really want to lose 30 pounds, then lose 30 more. I’d like to vanish inside of clothing and watch the world around me from a pair of sunken eyes.
Love, A Human
“The math’s not on my side, ten stitches and one lie.
I swear I wasn’t trying to...”
– (via lezzzzbehonest)
“There were nights when my pulse did not win, nights when my heartbeat stained...”
– Andrea Gibson, Stay (via foranewtomorrow)
“Fear is only a verb if you let it be. Don’t you dare let go of my hand.”
– Andrea Gibson (via iwriteloveonmyarms78)
Looks
rhapsodyingreen:
your eyes are a slow-moving train learning to breathe. each stop, a halted production of news. shallow graves, only judged in passing by the size of their headlines.
“It takes a hell of a lot more muscle to stay than to go.”
– Andrea Gibson (via keepmysecrets-hopetodie)
you can interview kermit but not steve whitmere
tommacarte:
(after an article in the delta in-flight magazine) the interviewer asks kermit how things have changed since jim died steve makes eye contact then kermit says in a voice close to jim henson’s that it’s pretty much the same both jim and steve have warm hands
“‘Cause I might be naked and lonely
Shaking branches for bones
But I’m still...”
– Photograph - Andrea Gibson (via chasingabuzz)
“You said, “I’ll teach you how to fall.”
I said, “I bet you will.”
– Andrea Gibson (via youarerelevant)
Deliciously Tasteless: Conversing With a Sinister... →
shespeaksyvon:
The crescent moon smiles as if to say, “Do you? Do you remember the day?” To which I respond, “No, that’s not right. But I do, I do remember the night.” As the moon and I converse, an evening chill wraps about my waist. ‘Tis then that I recall a dying embrace. I begin to wonder gazing toward a starless sky, do you think about that night as often as I? The moon...
Precious Work of Art
keciasamethystheart:
Love me from a distance like a work of art A fragile masterpiece teetering on the edge of it’s limestone podium Treat me like vase from ancient ruin full of fine cracks I am fragile weather beaten and worn from neglect Love me like something priceless There is only one of me once I’m gone you wont get a second chance
something forgotten.
thedustdancestoo:
i whispered something, i forget what.
a curse, a prayer. maybe i love you.
something ordinarliy infinite like that.
something light enough to be taken away
by the wind as soon it left my lips.
“You said, “I’ll teach you how to fall.”
I said, “I bet you will.”
– Andrea Gibson (via ohthewaywardwind)
Of us, ours.
jayarrarr:
Fingers cold At night, my thoughts Are this:
Of you (or more specifically) Your name Prefaced by A possessory My .
“This is for ‘no’ becoming ‘yes’,
for fear becoming trust,
for saying ‘I love...”
– Andrea Gibson (from Say Yes)
I'm always worried that
bryanh4:
I sometimes annoy people whenever I try and talk to them. No matter how many times they tell me I’m not, there’s just an inkling of doubt that makes me hesitant to say something to them for a while. Even if it’s just a simple “hello” or “how are you.”
Leave The Lights Off
10000sidewalks:
The sun is not the same
Every night it drowns
In the bathtub ocean
You are not beautiful
Just composed of
Leftover lights
From the ribs of those
Who put them there
Hoping to shine
pity the living
Invincible Summer: Now every time I hear love I... →
blisterinthesun:
Now every time I hear love I think going, going. The first week you were gone I kept seeing your hand wave goodbye like a windshield wiper in a flooding car in the last real moment I believed the hurricane would let me out alive.
Yesterday I carved your name into the surface of an icecube then held it against my chest until it melted into my aching pores. Today I cried so hard...