January 2011
36 posts
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“Didn’t think I could ever love,
So I had to destroy it all.
But you will...”
– Susanna and the Magical Orchestra
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The Anonymity
I could tell you my real name,
and certainly divulge my secrets.
You could know the place that I call home,
and learn to recognize my face.
Indeed, I could very well let you know
all there is about me.
But let me just then ask you,
where is the fun in that?
graceelizabeth asked: Are you the author of I Wrote This For You?
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The Ascetic Wish
I do not want
things or people.
Just give me understanding.
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The Lies
I could write you a beautiful poem.
I could tell a story everyone would want to hear.
I could ramble on about sad places or smiling faces.
I could do all this,
or—
I could tell the truth.
savagesays:
Don’t ask me how I am certain, because my answer will only hurt you.
But I know that something deep within me, wants you by my side.
To call you mine.
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The Perfect Mistake
I wasn’t perfect.
My shirts sometimes wrinkled,
and my hands sometimes shook.
I didn’t answer every call,
but I loved you.
And that was the best of any mistake
I’ve ever made.
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I am not gifted with any one skill. All I know...
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Okkervil River - Love to a Monster
whatmarielsaid:
i love you more than i should
so much more than is good for me
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I miss the summertime. The warm nights, the hot sun, the smell of the air; but mostly, I just miss you.
cathartic-little-secret asked: http://thepastunveiled.tumblr.com/
kniives:
why am i sad at night
every night
all the time
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The Étude/ Le fille au de ciel.
I seek your small hands and slender body; your fresh lilly scent and lovely hair.
I have longed to gaze into your pale blue eyes, and to touch your delicate skin.
Your smile is as bright as sunrise, and your lips are stained the most beautiful rouge.
To look at you is to witness perfection in a form that is pure and unbridled, and I am lost in the wake of your incomprehensible being.
The...
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The You
All I want from you are your fingers and your hands, your wrists, your arms and your shoulders. I want your neck, your chin, your lips, your nose, your eyes, and your forehead, your hair, and your ears. Your chest and your navel, and the small of your back. Your toes, your feet, your ankles, your shins, your knees, your thighs and what lays between them. I want your truth, your beauty, your...
amourstatique:
“I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one hour more of sleep and live.”
— Sylvia Plath
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I wish the world would stop and breathe with me.
“If he were I, he would do what I did.”
– Sylvia Plath
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The Resolution
It does not matter that you may never see these words. Only that they were felt and they have not been forgotten.