"I exist in two places,
here and where you are."

Selected Poems (1965-1975) (Margaret Atwood)

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"I wake up every morning and choose you, without a second thought."
Peyton Scott (homewrecks)

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"I’d like to destroy you a few times in bed."
 Ernest Hemingway (via bornreadygeneration)

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"If I never see you again, I will always carry you inside, outside, on my fingertips, and at brain edges. And in centers of what I am, of what remains."
Charles Bukowski (via bornreadygeneration)

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"I feel a resurgence of my 6-year-old self… that little warrior, goddess of a girl reminding me of who I was when I was little, before the world got its hands on me."
Jennifer Elisabeth (via bornreadygeneration)

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"I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d ever come across."
Jennifer Elisabeth (via bornreadygeneration)

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"If ever I was running, it was towards you."
Jennifer Elisabeth (via bornreadygeneration)

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"And this is my life, getting dumped with no warning. Or liking people who don’t like me back, or who don’t like me enough, or not as much as they like someone else."
 E. Lockhart (via bornreadygeneration)

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"I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion."
Sade Harrison  (via bornreadygeneration)

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"I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you."
Marguerite Duras (via bornreadygeneration)

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My adventures at the art institute today

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"It’s a fantastic thing for a man to love your brain but also want to take you to bed to make you forget your own name."
(via sexual-feelings)

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"13 things my uncle told me before he died:
not everyone has the blessing to understand sadness
when waiting at the bus stop, it’s okay to smoke cigarettes
never touch anyone else’s clothes at the laundromat
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
when your grandmother asks you how you are, be honest
never be afraid to say “no” even after you’ve said “yes”
if someone tells you graffiti isn’t art, prove them wrong
remember people by their eye color not their clothes
you’re allowed to like dark chocolate with tangerines
don’t lie that you don’t have a lighter when you really do
turn your phone off every once in a while and find the moon
if you want a tattoo, don’t let anyone tell you not to get it
if you ever find yourself at the graveyard, read the names"

(poems from my uncles grave)


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"For so many years, I couldn’t understand why every time I thought that someone finally loved me, like… for real, they would eventually turn to vapor. Every person whom I’ve ever loved is trapped inside of my chest. I’ve breathed all of them in so deeply that I’ve nearly choked and died on every soul that I’ve ever given myself to."
Jennifer Elisabeth (via bornreadygeneration)

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