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“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.” — Edgar Allan Poe
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succinctlyso:

She watered me
And I began to bloom.

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I just want to read, write, listen to music and be left alone…

:/

Overhead the geese are a line,
a moving scar. Wavering
like a strand of pollen on the surface of a pond.
Like them, we carry each year in our bodies.
Our blood is time.
Anne Michaels, from “Miner’s Pond,” in The Weight of Oranges / Miner’s Pond (McClelland & Stewart, 1997)

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The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.
Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin (McCelland & Stewart, 2000)

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All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.
James Baldwin  (via apoetreflects)

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I become such a monster when I miss you.
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He doesn’t know that I know he has a reputation for-sleeping with his young students, a master love maker, charming them to bed and doping them up on lies, A master relationship faker.
He doesn’t know that I’ve been warned by the skeletons he keeps in his closet, how their boney fingers point to the door or how his tabby cat whispered, “run!”
In the kitchen sat the element of surprise— with hair as dark as a ravens and vindictive eyes, laughing, seasoning human hearts with paprika and lemon juice as the professor and I spoke of Edgar Allen Poe. He doesn’t know that she knows that I know they are waiting to eat mine.
I’ve been told by the souls of the heartless that somewhere is a picture grotesquely aging in his attic- but I don’t care. When we sleep I can hear the wails of the lonely forgotten promises drifting through his house, warning me- be careful of the lingering lovely in his eyes, or the charm laced in his kiss.
He has a reputation for making love to his young students. But I don’t care-I gave my heart away some time ago. It’s only with my body that I love, and this he doesn’t know. 

He doesn’t know that I know he has a reputation for-sleeping with his young students, a master love maker, charming them to bed and doping them up on lies, A master relationship faker.

He doesn’t know that I’ve been warned by the skeletons he keeps in his closet, how their boney fingers point to the door or how his tabby cat whispered, “run!”

In the kitchen sat the element of surprise— with hair as dark as a ravens and vindictive eyes, laughing, seasoning human hearts with paprika and lemon juice as the professor and I spoke of Edgar Allen Poe. He doesn’t know that she knows that I know they are waiting to eat mine.

I’ve been told by the souls of the heartless that somewhere is a picture grotesquely aging in his attic- but I don’t care. When we sleep I can hear the wails of the lonely forgotten promises drifting through his house, warning me- be careful of the lingering lovely in his eyes, or the charm laced in his kiss.

He has a reputation for making love to his young students. But I don’t care-I gave my heart away some time ago. It’s only with my body that I love, and this he doesn’t know. 

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queensusie:

..This is beauty..

queensusie:

..This is beauty..

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carlboygenius:

The Impermanence of Pleasure

Beautiful Abandonment

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soulbrotherv2:

All lost in a book.  Another image that will never make it into the mainstream media.

this is in my city, DC i miss youuuuuu

THREE STARS OVER TWO BARSSSSSS


This is just….just beautiful. I agree the media (especially the states) will not show this.

harajuku-doll88:

bluewaterandpalmtrees:

throughkaleidscopeeyes:

soulbrotherv2:

All lost in a book.  Another image that will never make it into the mainstream media.

this is in my city, DC i miss youuuuuu

THREE STARS OVER TWO BARSSSSSS

This is just….just beautiful. I agree the media (especially the states) will not show this.

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Every beginning is a consequence - every beginning ends some thing.
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And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

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