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Jul 24, 2014 / 175 notes
Don’t call me more than once, you hear me?
When you do, I’ll hear it ring and I’ll let it go.
Don’t forget to leave a message. Breathe
so the static catches onto your lungs and
makes that silvery rasp I love.

Tell the silence you need me. Tell it you’ll be fine
if I don’t need you back. Tell it you remember
the way I smoked like everyone was watching,
like every kiss was the one before quitting.
Tell it you miss me. Tell it you’re not lying.
Stop when the beep sounds.
Ramna Safeer, Instructions For Him (via larmoyante)
Jul 23, 2014 / 1,435 notes
You have within you more love than you could ever understand.
Rumi (via feellng)

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Jul 22, 2014 / 5,833 notes
Jul 22, 2014 / 1,782 notes

Marilyn Monroe photographed by Elliot Erwitt on the set of The Misfits, in Reno, Nevada, 1960.

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The stationWhere I told youI love you
Jul 22, 2014 / 43,180 notes


The station
Where I told you
I love you

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You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.
Jul 17, 2014 / 340,164 notes
Jul 15, 2014 / 4 notes

Lucy Gunning
Climbing Around My Room, 1993
Jul 15, 2014 / 9,987 notes


Lucy Gunning

Climbing Around My Room, 1993

Jul 15, 2014 / 1,686 notes
Jul 14, 2014 / 4 notes

From my begging hands

The problem is,
I have a brilliant
imagination, and
I can imagine
my life without
There is no crash
course, or public
service announcement
that could ever prepare
anyone for what I
am going through.

Change of scenery.
Jul 14, 2014 / 2 notes

Change of scenery.

Jul 14, 2014 / 5 notes

Keeper of you

Wake me up
on your side of
the light.
Dress me in
only your eyes.
I can feel the
depth of eternity,
when I sink
into your ocean.

Jul 14, 2014 / 2 notes
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Jul 10, 2014 / 7 notes

Night Fire

I have mascara stains on my sheets from where I cried last week.
The world goes on without us.
What am I supposed to do,
sit around and talk about how god has done me wrong?
How am I supposed to think about tomorrow,
when now is only spaces from falling apart?
In my chest I feel music and it is for you.
I’ll step to the bathroom,
feeling every bone work
together as the
pads of my feet press onto the tile floor,
black cotton panties and the rest of my skin,
I will look at my face
in the mirror
and pull another eyelash.
Strong in the light,
weak in the night.
I have your hands
and your fucking mind.