EXCUSES AND HALF-TRUTHS AND FORTIFIED WINE

May 17

nevver:

Maybe

nevver:

Maybe

May 13

“It was like the classic scene in the movies where one lover is on the train and one is on the platform and the train starts to pull away, and the lover on the platform begins to trot along and then jog and then sprint and then gives up altogether as the train speeds irrevocably off. Except in this case I was all the parts: I was the lover on the platform, I was the lover on the train. And I was also the train.” — Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs 

(Source: fleurishes)

“You were so happy
I could not help but cry
and you asked me for a reason
found a reason why” — Dan Mangan, Some Place to Come Home to 

May 04

artisbadforyou:

nobody, not even the rain

artisbadforyou:

nobody, not even the rain

(Source: poetsorg, via babyvanilla)

May 01

(via mynightwiththeprostitute)

Apr 22

My sister told me a soul mate is not the person
who makes you the happiest but the one who
makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart

to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling
with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.
It has always been you. You are the first

person I was afraid to sleep next to,
not because of the fear you would leave
in the night but because I didn’t want to wake up

ungracefully. In the morning, I crawled over
your lumbering chest to wash my face and pinch
my cheeks and lay myself out like a still-life

beside you. Your new girlfriend is pretty
like the cover of a cookbook. I have said her name
into the empty belly of my apartment. Forgive me.

When I feel myself falling out of love with you,
I turn the record of your laughter over, reposition
the needle. I dust the dirty living room of your affection.

I have imagined our children. Forgive me. I made up
the best parts of you. Forgive me. When you told me
to look for you on my wedding day, to pause

on the alter for the sound of your voice
before sinking myself into the pond of another
love, forgive me. I mistook it for a promise.

” — Sierra DeMulder, “Love, Forgive Me” 

(Source: fleurishes, via threeseptembersandajanuary)

Apr 04

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Mar 06

I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,

but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.

” —

D. Young

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(Source: valuska)

Feb 15

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