it makes me mad when people say “no biggie” because we don’t need another reminder that he’s gone

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You are all the stars
My precious angel.
All the rings of saturn
And the moon’s halo.

You’re everything I want.

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we’ve got guns hidden under our petticoats 

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I don’t want anything from you, at all. I just want to be the person you choose to sit next to in a room full with all the people you have known.
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Crying is okay here.
Hold your mountains close and
your valleys closer, they say.
You don’t know how lucky you are, they say.
But not knowing is okay here.
Waiting is okay here, even if
all the clocks have stopped their ticking
and the mountains are turning to silt
that spins in the sky above the villages
before it sinks to the ocean bed
where the monsters lurk.
Sometimes, the church pew will
turn its back to you.
It is not your fault. Inside your mouth
is all the spirit you will ever need.
Inside your knees is all the forward
you are still waiting for.
One day, you will be sitting behind a desk
that still doesn’t feel like yours.
One day, your bones will break and
you will not feel a thing and the tears won’t come.
So cry while you can. Into your pillow,
into the soil, into the crook of your elbow.
The walls may be closing in but they are not falling.
You are getting older and older but
you have never been younger than this.
You are getting weaker and weaker
but you have never been stronger than this.
Crying is okay here. Tripping is okay here.
You, with your smeared lips and hours to go
before morning and no where to turn to
but back again, you are okay here.
Even if you aren’t.
Theory | Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)
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A painting can help us to think something that goes beyond this senseless existence. That’s something art can do.
—Gerhard Richter, 2009  (via ephemeralsunshine)

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Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.
Joan Bauer, “Almost Home” (via rauchwolken)

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What is it like
to have someone
who knows your body
better than you do
your own,
to have this person
trace their finger
down your spine
and when they whisper
three words
you feel every hair
on your body stick up in response,
with the shivers going
all the way into your heart
and somewhere in your soul.
What is it like
to feels someone’s burning touch
while they are just gazing
into your eyes,
to taste their lips,
one kiss,
a second,
and one more after another
and feeling like it’s the first time
every time.
What is it like
to fall asleep next to someone
on a Jack Daniels kind of Saturday night
and find them drinking coffee
right besides you
the next morning?

A Story A Day #199 by M.D.L

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It’s not the kind of sadness to where you cry all the time, but more of like the sadness that overwhelms your entire body, leaving you heart aching and your stomach empty. Making you feel weak and tired. And yet, you can’t even sleep cause the sadness is in your dreams too. It’s almost a sadness you can’t escape.
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