February 2012
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A Collection of Rare and Obscure Words →
ifyoureallycared:
Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips. Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on. Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge. Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone. Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you. Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing....
“With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing,...”
– Sylvia Plath
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no one laughs at god when their plane starts to...
it used to be different, when people were stars, hearts were impulsive, and feelings were the earth we built upon. That was how i loved you. With the wickedest undertones and feather bones. With the determination it takes a fish to stay in the sea, and with the stubbornness it took man to use his thumbs. But i never wanted to make you God. I wanted you to be the dream a painter has...
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i miss you baby. I hope you’re having fun in canada.
I love you. happy birthday.
silentmanjh asked: Would you still converse through messages?
i’m never writing a single thing ever again.
i think it’s best this way.
so this blog is dead.
only to be kept around to enjoy other people’s work and sites.
goodbye.
January 2012
160 posts
“And I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t
So...”
– florence and the machine
everyone who has ever left me has told me what i can and cannot do with my body. you left me completely. every eyelash, every nail clipping, cracked, parched, smooth, soft, wet, pink, unclean inch of it.
so what should it matter if i shave off a few inches of it myself?
as least what i do heals.
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on the day before valentine's
the fire was like silk as it crumbled, the spines of a church recoiling from God, the eyelids of a hospital peeling dry tearducts were dustbowls but at least they bled, and the blood itself scampered and trembled, bubbled, and made unholy sounds
it all burned down, the city. as i laid in bed with your sunset memories wild like delirium like heaven as the weight of the sea took my...
“Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of...”
– Haruki Murakami (Sputnik Sweetheart)
I’m gonna be released from behind these...
more than i am tired, exhausted,
i am finished.
living this empty life where i have nothing to leave behind. where this leaving is so human to everyone but myself.
who was i kidding? there’s nothing for me. not in these words, not in these quick breaths, or long days. who was i kidding?
trash always gets thrown away right?
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I may be unlovable but so are you.
her name rang around the edges of a cracked champange glass as she ran her fingertips over his glazed eyes. her laughter ran sharp and she left stains of water along their knees and around the backs of their ears. they ignored the dried words and coy smiles and pushed naked swords into the pit of her stomach. they’d never felt the inside of a fish before. and she...
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“No, darling. I won’t ever leave you for some one else. I suppose all sorts of...”
– A Farewell to Arms (via dovahcuunt)
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it's 530 and the sleep has yet to be found
i used to think they were simply a peccadillo, wrapped in seaweed and cemented to their unemployment. I fell into the ocean once: fish smell like spit and fur underwater,
like us
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You Want a Physicist to Speak at Your Funeral
thereisafish:
You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know...
pallid-fire:
He walked in wearing his fresh new kicks, afraid to touch anything, eager to absorb everything and all I could do was watch closely as he ran his fingers along the graffiti’d walls.
I’ve dealt with worse, y’know.
A mental laugh. I know all too well that I am hoarding ghosts down to their fingernail clippings and discarded cigarette butts. That I reek of sweat and lust that I...
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Listen
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(s)inner child
the prodigal son- we’re falling upward, tripping on the electricity of such charged air. admit to the pretty kitty pressed to your face, her hair in your mouth, scent on your sheets you couldn’t say it: I don’t want to do this to you
still It pricked through your flesh and she’s tea-bagging your coffee cup and your kicking those habits. that...
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128m, pt. 2
II. Her hands were clammy as she pressed them against the hazed wall. she felt for her way in desperation. “what exactly does that mean? Can anyone give me another word for desperate?” him. He threw down shots after shot. The mercury washed his lungs silver as he broke. Maybe he mouthed something. like good-bye and hello. or let go. He found his sculpture of...
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128m
Letter form it crawled over her bottom lip, slipping silently into his lap with a grin only a fish could make. do fish smile? yeah, like scissors Who wants to be forgotten between metaphors and similes? let’s just be lonely; let us be lonely. His cereal bowl started up at him from the bottom of the toilet like quiet, comfortable Bedroom dancing: She...
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Not Quite Survive
wulfjack:
She bit his lip in clumsy desperation, all worry, hurt, and letting go. Saddled his hips and bent over like a hungry falcon. He barely moved. She needed this, was known, but she didn’t know where to go. The kiss brought up gobs of finality in her spit. She sobbed into his mouth as if she owed it to him. He took the dripping tears, and they stung. But he never blinked.
Never mine....
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surrealist
It tickled her throat, the way he seemed so paper-thin yet plastic made and she couldn’t help but grin at his reflection. Often he had teased her brown eyes with complex looks and a soft smile, today was different though-like how yesterday was different from the day before that.
“They’re taking you?”
”I didn’t say that…I said they might, well, they...
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Watchandrewharlow:
A video on tumblr worth watching. Anyone know where it’s originally from?
“You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.”
– E.E. Cummings (via adarkershadeofred)
Then I heard your voice as clear as day, And you...
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the facts of (my) life #456
You know you’re officially family with someone when you have a complete back-and-fourth “conversation” using nothing but sarcasm, snide remarks, and bitchiness and come out of it unscathed and not offended in any way.
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the moon asked the crow
your lips rose then folded upon themselves like newborn legs, fear-stricken but determined to prove something to one of us. I crack my knuckles, snapping the spine you worked so diligently the night before to create with each delayed pop. I had plans on using this entire day just to come up with another way to exist tomorrow then you whimpered with your fingers between your legs at my door. I...
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“People think a soulmate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But...”
– Elizabeth Gilbert (via augustuswaaaters)
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