We are all in the gutter

You won’t do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?
- A Farewell to Arms (Ernest Hemingway)

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Bite marks
highlighted destinations
on the body
I loved to explore
every single night.
were the latitude lines
on the map
of all the parts
I wanted to keep.
He could unfold
himself and think:
“she was here,
and here.”

My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.
- Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters

Should I dig my nails into your back again,
To rip the pain right off of your bones?
Or should I avert my glance when I pass you in the hall and
Pretend you’re someone I’ve never known?

What turned you from a free spirit, to a bird in a cage?
Regret is that scar you never let show.
I would have tried to coax you out of hiding, but
There’s just some dark things that no one should know.
I could taste them all, when you kissed me hard enough.
No one should have to tolerate something so toxic.
Good thing I had poisons of my own.

Anyone could see we were made to be mixed,
But the chemical reaction could have have burnt down homes.
Our fire was not meant to be contained
Under blankets or behind closed doors.
Think of all of the wild places we fell in love.

How can you just pretend that you’re okay?
I can’t even pretend that I don’t know.
Most days I spend hours trying to let go.

Most days I wish I never met you because then I could sleep at night and I wouldn’t have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there.
- Good Will Hunting (1997)

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If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
- John Steinbeck, born on this day in 1902, on falling in love in a magnificent letter of advice to his teenage son. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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"What she doesn’t know can’t kill her,"
but all of that denial surely will.

A poem begins
as a lump in the throat,
a sense of wrong,
a homesickness,
a love sickness.
- Robert Frost

I’ll be your lamp,
your lifeboat,
your ladder,
your lighthouse.
Use me to escape your darkness,
I’ll guide you through the storm,
I won’t let you drown.

Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.
- S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via whitebeyonce)

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