If ever something was real, this is it.
Can she get any better?
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“
today you are far away.
in your apartment, the candles are unburned
without you to set them afire.
your books are unopened
for want of your hands to splay them,
make them needed
the steady pulse of your answering machine
its small electric heart
waits for a stroke of your fingers to coax forth its voice
today i am the one-hundered watt lightbulb
in your kitchen
gone dark.
come back.
make me glow.
turn me on.
— Daphne Gottlieb, 3,000 mile poem (via rockwriteon)
“ If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweller’s felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via awaitingthebreakofthesun)
Four-Word Lines
Your eyes are just
like bees, and I
feel like a flower.
Their brown power makes
a breeze go over
my skin. When your
lashes ride down and
rise like brown bees’
legs, your pronged gaze
makes me eyes gauze.
I wish we were
in some shade and
no swarm of other
eyes to know that
I’m a flower breathing
bare, laid open to
your bees’ warm stare.
I’d let you wade
in me and seize
with your eager brown
bees’ power a sweet
glistening at my core.
-The Love Poems of May Swedenson
“ I hug her one more time and pull her down to the bed. And in my mind, I rise up from the bed and look down on us, and look down at everybody else in this hospital who might have the good fortune of holding a pretty girl right now, and then at the entire Brooklyn block, and then the neighborhood, and then Brooklyn, and then New York City, and then the whole Tri-State Area, and then this little corner of America- with laser eyes I can see into every house- and then the whole country and the hemisphere and now the whole stupid world, everyone in every bed, couch, futon, chair, hammock, love seat, and tent, everyone kissing or touching eachother… and i know that i’m the happiest of all of them.
— Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind Of A Funny Story (via black-wolves)
:)
My love <3
Plays:
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79
Artist: Dead Man's Bones
Song: In The Room Where You Sleep (wrap party live version)
Album: http://www.myspace.com/deadmansbones
in the room where you sleep; dead man’s bones.
