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“How do you become a poem? she asked her friend. And the other girl replied, You burn bridges as you’re crossing them, and instead of drowning, you learn how to swim.” — Fragment 18 (via writingsforwinter) -
Writings for Winter: drunk dates over coffee An old boyfriend invited me out for coffee today;
I discovered he was a member of AA
after watching him squirt a few shots of vodka
into his raspberry frappuccino. My mother started
drinking decaf after my father left her
and swore off caffeine because it made her feel
too much like she did…
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our attempts at love ended in failure
You measured your love for me in the number
of bobby pins I had, until one day
I cut all my hair off to start fresh,
and I had no need
for them anymore.
We always failed at love,
no matter how many times we studied for it.
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(via petitevanou)
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if you’re looking
then somewhere between
“the worst is over”
and
“the worst is yet to come”you will find me
crawling on my hands
and knees(via eternallycoilingserpent)
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“ looking at you it occurred to me
I could sit around all day
wearing nothing but your kissyou make mirrors
want to grind themselves
back down into sand
because they can’t do your reflection justiceand this just in
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I am done with those
who in life would have made me fight
an army of imperfections
a battalion of flaws
tonight we’re going to keep this city up
when they hear our bodies
slap together like applaus— Skin 2 by Shane Koyczan (via sotla) -
looking at turf science
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A pair of first century earrings, from a tomb in Tillia Tepe, Afghanistan.
Beautiful
(via lemademoiselleuk)
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Kim Jong Un looking at tiny trucks
