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➜He reaches over and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.Richard Siken, Crush (via didyoueatallthisacid)
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➜Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
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I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own dinners,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.III.
The thing is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via kaleidoscopicjuvenile)(via kaleidoscopicjuvenile)
