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honestly, i think the words “i wish you were here” and some of the most dangerous.

you are ten times what she is but you’re also 100x further away.

number 11, don’t kiss train wrecks. don’t kiss knives. don’t kiss.

she’s the train wreck. she’s the knife. and all i have tonight is the lonely sound of the train whistle to soothe me to sleep. 

if i wanted to fuck you

i would wake up buried in your collarbones
i would sit on the edge of my bed
spine ridges arched pointing directly into my closet
of skeletons

if i wanted to fuck you

i would make home in your lap
undress you like your mother did
kissing your rib cage wishing i could sink into every inch of you

if i wanted to fuck you

i would bite holes through your neck into your throat
i would unbury you like a corpse
i would give you reason to breathe

if i wanted to fuck you

i would glide myself like sound waves bouncing off of you
make you memorize my name like i was born for you to whimper it

if i wanted to fuck you

there would be miles of shredded skin
there would be scars on your back where for once in my life i wanted someone to be
that
close

but if i wanted to make love to you

i would buy you a train ticket
i would sound proof my room
i would border up my windows

if i wanted to make love to you

you should be nothing less
than terrified

(via wittybrevity)

This is brilliant

(via victrola-lush-sublime)

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises …

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

Jorge Luis Borges, from “You Learn”  (via oofpoetry)

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vega-ofthe-lyre:

Fifteen Ways to Stay Alive by Daphne Gottlieb

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Fifteen Ways to Stay Alive by Daphne Gottlieb

okay i’m done being lonely, world.

you can go ahead and send that cuddle buddy along right about now. 

100% done with people suddenly remembering that I exist and am wanted in their life.

1000% done with being forgiving enough to just suck it up and pretend that nothing’s wrong

10000% done with not being able to be a bitch to the people I care about.