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I think being a girl is where it’s at. Like when I’m about 35 I’m gonna start...
– Patti Smith (via pussybow)
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August 2011
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we are in bed together
laughing
and we don’t care
about anything
– Charles Bukowski (via loverofstories)
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“After a While” - Veronica Shoffstall 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 always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes...
Charles Bukowski there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.
Séverine in Summer School by Rex Wilder Naked for twenty-four of our last thirty-six Hours together, and I mean museum-quality, sex- Shop, God-riddling naked, sapping gold Light from the windows of her hundred-year-old Baltimore dorm, we were hungry for selling Points, like a couple in a showroom. Compelling Arguments were made to close the deal And children were discussed. I kissed her from heel...
I left this morning by Peter Bland I left this morning saying ‘I love you’ as if setting out for some unknown country instead of the corner shop. I wanted you to be sure, in case this time - out of, say, 10,000 departures I never made it back: although after 50 years together, 2 countries, 3 children, and several former journeys that would put this one to shame you’d think...
sometimes skulls are thick
sometimes hearts are vacant
sometimes words don’t...
– james frey (via laurietuna) (via ladycigarettes, givelovethentakeitback)
Tyler Knott: Hands →
tylerknott:
These hands tell stories and I’ll spend my life wondering what your hands tell my hands when your fingers find my fingers and wrap tightly around. -Tyler Knott Gregson- (Excerpt from Hands)
That time I thought I was in love
and calmly said so
was not much different...
– Each From Different Heights by Stephen Dunn
(via grammatolatry)