This is not for you.

Ask   My soul was filled with crystal light




That steak analogy is my favorite,

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"Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters."
Ernest Hemingway (via seabois)

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we are all one wedding away
from realizing how fiercely
we have been courting our own loneliness.
and how the sea calls us even
when we know it by some other name.
i have taken that voyage
watched the waves crest to hug the air
and seen the albatross.

and i have scratched at my own eyes
raised the crossbow
and killed all my good omens
for no other reason than an itch in my finger
and a desire to see destiny bleed on the deck.

the sails, the rigging,
the constant back and forth, the seasickness,
the realization that all your dreams die
the moment you wake up or that
“i love you”
preceded by “i think”
is the only thing that ever sank a ship.

emotions make the heart beat faster.
emotional abuse makes the heart understand
that no one is worth idolizing.
especially not yourself,
you bastard
of course she’s not with you
why the FUCK would she be with you?

eat this
drink this
watch this
sleep with this
entropy entropy entropy
the waves roll but the poetry still gets written
and you’ve go to live by it, kid,
there’s nowhere to go but forward
and it’s the only gospel you’re gonna get.

there are no women at sea
there are no men at sea
there are only ghosts
and sirens
and hurricanes.
you can be all three if you want to
but you’ll still break on the shore
and the tourists will watch you do it.

we plot our courses by the stars.
they’re the only ones we can rely on, and they’re dead.
what does that say?

it is an ancient mariner, by james leaf (via jamesleaf)

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Kiss me with your mouth wide open, I want to learn the molecular imprint of your insides.

Kiss me with your eyes closed, I want our eyelashes to hold hands.

It’s okay if your hands are trembling. Mine are too. I bet the stars are jealous of how we shake and burn.

Azra.T “The Science of Kissing (And How It’s Not A Science At All)” (via 5000letters)

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The survival happens slowly.

We forgive the oceans
for bringing us here,
and we forgive ourselves
for eroding and
leaving our own bodies
when we thought no one else
wanted them.
We turn the shipwrecks
into lessons instead of mistakes, and we move on like rivers
chasing something better.

We keep the dreams bigger than our failures.
We keep the dreams bigger
than what we lost along the way.
And we keep going
until the wars inside of us
turn into quiet ghosts
that don’t know how
to haunt us anymore.

Y.Z, message in a bottle (via rustyvoices)

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"I… am lost in the gorgeous errors of the flesh"
Sylvia Plath, Friday 22 August 1952, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via lifeinpoetry)

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"She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her."
Tom Waits (via 13thmoon)

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I’ve done my part.

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"Let people feel the weight of who you are and let them deal with it."
John Eldridge (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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"We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night…"
Andrea Gibson (via christopherevan)

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"I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to. I call it art. Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn’t worry anyone."
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You  (via dieworten)

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And it saddens me to say

What we both knew was true

That the ice was getting thinner

Under me and you

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We buried our love in a wintery grave 

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