I Am Not The First Person You Loved. You Are Not The First Person I Looked At With A Mouthful Of Forevers.
I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Clementine von Radics
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Mr. Turtur is an illusionary giant. The further away you are, the bigger he seems. He used to live alone because everyone is so scared of him they don’t dare to approach his giant figure. I think that pretty much sums me up. (On a different note: I need more tattoos.)
Pecked into my skin by Pascal Glagla, Falling Bird Tattoo, Hassloch, Germany
Was ich habe, will ich nicht verlieren, aber wo ich bin, will ich nicht bleiben, aber die ich liebe, will ich nicht verlassen, aber die ich kenne, will ich nicht mehr sehen, aber wo ich lebe, da will ich nicht sterben, aber wo ich sterbe, da will ich nicht hin: Bleiben will ich, wo ich nie gewesen bin.
Thomas Brasch
Finger licking good Steve!
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This time last year, I could have told you who I was, and who I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Twelve months have passed and now all I’m sure about… is that it’s December again.
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For only the good doubt their own goodness, which is what makes them good in the first place. The bad know they are good, but the good know nothing. They spend their lives forgiving others, but they can’t forgive themselves.
Paul Auster, Man in the Dark (via quotespile)
Do your worst, tear it out and rip me apart. I forgive others quite fast.
I
don’t think. anymore.
Me, every fucking day even though I'm getting decent grades with not too much effort. :D
It’s great.
Moldy Peaches - Nothing Came Out This may be the best love song ever conceived.
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