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Sleeping At Last
Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she does just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic || Sleeping At Last

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I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.
Mary MacLane,I Await the Devil’s Coming  (via saintofsass)

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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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A poem in which I don’t compare
you to anything.
In which you are not an
elevator that I got stuck on,
or a train that never left,
but no more than a person.
No less than a person.

Today, you are not a mistake
or a rip in my tights or a lesson.
Today, I take myself home and undo,
undress, unlearn.
I take myself home and
write a poem about my skin
for the third time in a row and
then wash myself in it until
I’m clean and new.

A poem for the first full month
that didn’t hear the ache
of your name,
and for every month after.
A poem in which I am singular.
A poem in which I am more than
the people who never wanted me,
and I know this.

Caitlyn Siehl, Singular (via alonesomes)

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humansofnewyork:

These two were acting like complete teenagers. When I walked up, she was nuzzling her head against his shoulder. She giggled the entire time I talked with them, while he kept a big goofy grin on his face. And whenever I asked about their relationship, she clutched his arm, looked at him just like this, giggled, then said: “We’re not telling!”

humansofnewyork:

These two were acting like complete teenagers. When I walked up, she was nuzzling her head against his shoulder. She giggled the entire time I talked with them, while he kept a big goofy grin on his face. And whenever I asked about their relationship, she clutched his arm, looked at him just like this, giggled, then said: “We’re not telling!”

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wethinkwedream:

sough (v.) to moan, to rustle, to sigh;
           (n.) the gentle, soothing murmur of wind or water
dirl (v.) to thrill, to vibrate, to penetrate; to tremble or quiver 
effleurage (v.) “to stroke as one would a flower”
                 (n.) a series of light stroking touches
cafuné (v.) running your fingers through your lover’s hair
cataglottism (n.) kissing with tongue

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When the war comes, I want you to run
I want you to leave your belongings
and the house on fire
and run, because they will try and take you first
they know how much I love you
they know how much it will hurt
you won’t hear them because this time there’s no cavalry
this time it’s a girl wearing a face full of teeth
and a handful of your insecurities
and she’ll tell you you’re ugly
she’ll tell you that the world would be prettier without you in it, as though prettiness has anything to do with it
I want you to go before you start to believe her
because if you do you’ll be lost to yourself
it will start with your limbs
and then your fingers and slowly you’ll unstitch
and hang your body on a clothes line and hope that the sun will make you thinner or lovelier
that the breeze might blow all of the ugly things out of you.
Baby, to think that it would find anything but light inside of that body of yours
but you don’t know that you are weightless yet
you don’t know that you are infinitely more
so tell them to fuck off
tell them that you want no part in their battle
tell them that you are fighting for yourself everyday
and until you have finished winning the war inside of you
you’ll take no part in theirs
Azra.T “I have found my battle cry and it sounds like acceptance.”  (via 5000letters)

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