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Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t.
Rudy Akbarian  (via jabwit)

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And you tried to change, didn’t you?
Closed your mouth more.
Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake.
You can’t make homes out of human beings.
Someone should have already told you that.
And if he wants to leave, then let him leave.
You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful.
Something not everyone knows how to love.
Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via poetisch)

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I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.



I felt too much, he didn’t.
(six-word story)

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rgstewey:

Under no circumstances can I say this is not ridiculously funny.

rgstewey:

Under no circumstances can I say this is not ridiculously funny.

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countryforthesoul:

Late afternoon strolls

countryforthesoul:

Late afternoon strolls

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It’s not just about sex. Don’t get me wrong. Sex is fucking great, but when you have a connection with someone, when you feel so strong for someone, just a kiss is enough to make your knees weak. You just can’t beat that.
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