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Once, someone put their hands
on me and since then all hands
have claws. All hands are red.
Yesterday someone held the
door open for me for no reason
and I ran all the way home;
there’s no such thing as being
too careful anymore. Once,
someone put their hands on
me and I forgot what
kindness was.

annemonster epidemic (via anneisrestless)
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planetaerium:

Mine 💫

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When your past calls, don’t answer. It has nothing new to say.

—Unknown (via tat-art)
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I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

—All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
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artdeko:


Poetry.

artdeko:

Poetry.

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Who were you before they broke your heart

—I don’t remember  (via lovequotesrus)
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sandvviches:

teacher: its pajama day
that one kid: WHAT IF I SLEEP NAKED HAAAHAAHA

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milktree:

always ask a snail where they are going and if they need help getting there

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