Mostly boring.

Keeping Things Whole

eating-poetry:

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

By Mark Strand.

(via warsanshires)

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Louise Glück, from Eros
(via violentwavesofemotion)

(via warsanshires)

My heart had become very small;
it took
very little
to fill it.

A few days in a strange city.
A conversation, the touch of a hand.
I needed nothing more;

That was what I wanted: to be naked.

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meditation, nayyirah waheed (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: nayyirahwaheed, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

if
the ocean
can calm itself,
so can you.
we
are both
salt water
mixed with
air.
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softerworld:

A Softer World: 1072
(infinity does not have your picture in its locker)
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softerworld:

A Softer World: 1072

(infinity does not have your picture in its locker)

buy this print

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Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers

(Source: waydowntown, via goodwinmacalister)

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.
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