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Tell her she’s a bluet, but not blue.

And if it’s color that she wants, tell her she’s a blackbird, that she’s flying.
That she could only ever be flying.

If she’s a number, tell her she’s more than ten but less than twelve.
When you say this mean her legs, mean the long number 1’s wrapped around your back.

Tell her you feel most religious when she’s sitting naked in a chair.
Tell her religion is all you need.

Take her hands off your hips and put them on a statue’s hips.
Tell her This is hardness. This is what it’s like to want.

If she’s a herring, tell her she’s a dead herring. That she’s glowing.
That she could only ever be glowing.

And of all shapes: the circle. Days: Tuesday. Words: Brimful

When you take her to bed, take her slowly.
Then put her in parenthesis and keep (her) there, always.

"How to keep the one you love," Kimberly Grey (via notebookings)
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You can’t push anything to happen if you can’t push a blanket off your body at fajr.
Imam Suhaib Webb, RIS 2013 (via heartheraindrops-fall)
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Eyes.

Those damn eyes
fucked me
forever.

Charles Bukowski  (via finger3)

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When I met you,
flowers started growing
in the darkest parts of my mind
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The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.
Unknown  (via psych-facts)
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what if.

What would you do if i told you i had cancer?

Would it make it all better?

Are you going to forgive me if i ever did you wrong? 

Are you going to forget every fight we’ve been through? 

Are you going to let everything pass just because you know i’m dying? 

What if i don’t die? 

What if i win the battle?

Are you going to let everything pass? 

Or are you going to keep judging me? 

Keep fighting? 

Keep making false accusations? 

What if i told you i had cancer? 

Are you going to forget the differences?

No matter how bad they were? 

Are you going to stick by my side? 

Sympathize? 

Show emotions?

Tell me how much you love me?

Where was that a few seconds ago?

Before you knew i had cancer?

Why is it because i’ve got a reason, a big reason, that you are going to let everything go? 

What if i told you i had cancer?

How would you react?

What would be your first thought?

Who would you fight with to show me who’s better at taking care of me? 

Are you going to sleep by my bed?

Are you going to check for my every pulse? 

My every breath? 

Are you going to remind me everyday of how important i am?

But, what difference does it make? 

Im going to die anyway.  

Why bother? 

Are you that kind of person? 

Trying to prove to yourself something you are not?  

Trying to satisfy yourself and make sure you’ve got the story straight? 

That when i die, you say “i was there” “i saw her live her last days” “i was loyal”. 

Is that seriously how you are going to live with yourself? 

Yes, we are selfish.

Yes, we don’t care about anyone but ourselves.

Yes, we only care about how we look in the mirror.

Yes, we only do what we think is right not what is right.

I don’t blame you anyway, that is what humans do. 

They fight and kill, and at the end of the day, they’ll only feel sorry for you.”

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.
Hunter S. Thompson (via themilkywhiteway)
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Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.
Marina Abramović (via catharinethegreat)

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We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.
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This life
is built almost entirely
of love
and losing,
isn’t it?
Andrea Gibson, “Somewhere, a Carpenter” (via millionen)
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If you can’t sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there and worrying. It’s the worry that gets you, not the loss of sleep.
Dale Carnegie  (via exoticwild)

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