April 2011
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-Tyler Knott Gregson-
You will be cut, scraped and scarred from these pursuits but scars are stories and one day someone will come along that will pilot the ship of their fingertips down the random rivers of your scars. They will absentmindedly and without knowing why, press their lips to them and feel the smallest shock of life when skin touches skin.
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my brave face tells you otherwise but you have no idea how much i miss you
‘in my mind
i could still climb inside your bed
and i could be victorious
still the only the man
to pass through the glorious side of your hand’
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today
jess leaves.
my heart breaks a little,
everytime she leaves.
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and every morning
i wake up
and find myself furthur from you and from us
furthur from what we were and what we use to be
and while it is sometimes startiling
i feel strangely okay with that.
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tonight
we
dance and dance
to our hearts content
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my love is in the sea
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Don’t go. I’ll eat you up; I love you so.KW - Where the Wild Things Are
Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.
Jean-Paul Sartre
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She was as beautiful and awful as a dying season.
– Cassandra Clare (via fleurishes)