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thejournalofbisonjack:

thejournalofbisonjack:
A History of Love
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A girl walks into the river, a woman’s body is pulled from the sea.
fro-sh:

The Front Bottoms
euo:

Iviva OlenickI believe in love. It’s permanence I’m not so certain of. 

Does he fall for her features like rearranged furniture? When
he kisses her, does she taste like new paint?

From “On Watching Someone You Love Love Someone Else,” a poem in Sierra DeMulder’s New Shoes On A Dead Horse, reviewed at The Rumpus by Gina Vaynshteyn. (via therumpus)

(via illaqueated)

I was just thinking about someone else touching you and now I can’t decide on whether I want to break their hands or my own.

i just want you all to myself, i’m sorry - s-u-r-e-f-i-r-e (via perfect)

(via letssharemyumbrella)

all new learning looks at first
like chaos.

Adrienne Rich, from “Powers Of Recuperation (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via lifeinpoetry)

I ached all over for her; I leaned my head in her beautiful hair. Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. ‘I love love,’ she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that.

Jack Kerouac, from On The Road (via maryyannneeee)

(Source: loveless-people, via curious-melody)

euo:

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Lately, I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be… and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

Andrea Gibson (via soulsscrawl)

(Source: theunquotables, via thatwaferguy)

nervouspeach:

things aren’t the same as they were four months ago
justlyrics:

"Maps" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
2wentysixletters:

Typewriter Series #129