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It blows my mind that after all this time you’ve spent on earth, nobody ever bothered to tell you that your eyes aren’t fucking brown.

They are copper against honey and sage and when they water they glow, two perfect orbs the same shade as nature after it rains.

You’re not as simple as they wanted you to be.

"you’re not as simple as they wanted you to be"


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2,022 notes "Beautiful, sobbing
high-geared fucking
and then to lie silently
like deer tracks in the
freshly-fallen snow beside
the one you love.
That’s all.
Richard Brautigan, ”Deer Tracks” (via delicateswans)

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Carrie Rudzinski - “In America” (WoWPS 2014)

"In America, we are taught to scream the word ‘FIRE’ if being assaulted, because no one will help us if we yell ‘RAPE.’ “

Performing at the 2014 Women of the World Poetry Slam. Carrie placed 4th overall in the tournament.

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the amount of concentration a person devotes to transporting an overly full cup of tea from kitchen to couch is directly proportionate to just how British you are

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61,672 notes "I stopped going to therapy because I knew my therapist was right and I wanted to keep being wrong. I wanted to keep my bad habits like charms on a bracelet. I did not want to be brave. I think I like my brain best in a bar fight with my heart. I think I like myself a little broken. I’m ok if that makes me less loved. I like poetry better than therapy anyway. The poems never judge me for healing wrong."
Clementine von Radics (via fleurlungs)

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12,562 notes "Your body contains the universe,
and I want to touch every star
Usted es una galaxia-Carol Shlyakhova (vía isolieren )

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36,741 notes "Let’s continue this conversation in bed, she whispered, my legs can’t wait to hear what your hands have to say."
Michael Faudet   (via laya)

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2,664 notes "A year ago,
I used to be scared of being alone.
I had a habit of sitting next to strangers
on the bus
despite there being empty seats,
wrote my number on restaurant tables.
I sent drunk texts to my ex-lovers
hoping one of them would miss me too.
It will take you months, I learned,
before solitude grows on you.
Often, you will have to leave
before you are ready.
But it is worth waiting for.
One day, you will be able to say,
‘This poem is not for you
and I am not sad.’
Tina TranThis poem is not for you (via absentions)

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114,856 notes "You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you."
Stephen King, Joyland  (via laya)

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true life: people like my hair more than they like me

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1,611 notes "In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long-distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
Jeffrey McDaniel, “The Quiet World” (Forgiveness Parade, Manic D Press, 1998)

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