I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.


Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forever”
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Dopest series of photos I’ve seen.

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How To Love

typewriterdaily:

Kill any notion that she is the one, that she will complete you, that you need her. Kill the assumption that you love her and you will begin, from scratch, to learn to love her. She is not the air you breathe and she is not your other half because you are never anything less than whole. Kill any…

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I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. It didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

Charles Bukowski

My Bukowski phase was beautiful, empty, but beautiful.

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humansofnewyork:

"I’d say my saddest moment was when I got an abortion. But I’m not sure if sad is the right word, because I was young and it was definitely the right decision, but sometimes it still feels like something is missing. Like there was this space that could have been filled by someone, but I chose to leave that space empty. And now there’s just a space. Does that make sense?’



Whoever she is, it makes perfect sense. It always feels like something is missing.

humansofnewyork:

"I’d say my saddest moment was when I got an abortion. But I’m not sure if sad is the right word, because I was young and it was definitely the right decision, but sometimes it still feels like something is missing. Like there was this space that could have been filled by someone, but I chose to leave that space empty. And now there’s just a space. Does that make sense?’

Whoever she is, it makes perfect sense. It always feels like something is missing.
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My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and children. She lost 30 pounds and weighted about 90 pounds. She got very skinny and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the mornings and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of a break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, and she stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon… But then I decided to act. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her. I began to shower her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised and pleased her every minute i could. I gave her a lot of gifts and i lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became better. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she could love that much. And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.
Brad Pitt about Angelina Jolie (via jenny-wbu)
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Wait for someone who keeps you sane, but also drives you crazy in all the right ways.
Hey Serge. 
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Beautiful

Beautiful

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