You are the best parts of all the songs I love.Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via culocubano)
See Post #*shout from rooftops; mountaintops; open fields in the dead of night with the stars as my witness* #YOU ARE THE BEST PARTS OF ALL THE SONGS I LOVE #(and sometimes you are the song purely.) #(sometimes i find myself humming songs i've never heard before) #(songs for you. of you.) #one day i will write them down #and there will be a disk of songs that do not *remind* me of you. #they will *be* you in the truest way that a song can be. #like a portrait or biography. #YOU in another medium.
I’ve stopped stealing pages out of poetry books, but last week I pocketed a thesaurus and looked for synonyms for you but could only find rain and more rain and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass, like crystal, like an orchestra.Shinji Moon (via indie103)
See Post #I MISS YOU. #GOD THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR THIS MISERY. #just rain and more rain and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass like crystal like an orchestra #I WANNA GO HOME #home is wherever i'm with you.
SELFIES FROM THE MORGUE
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
See Post #cute things because i miss you #and it hurts. #i really love peaches #the sun-drenched taste of peaches will always reminds me of you. #so when i say #you're a peach #i mean it #you are bursting with goodness and summer #and the thought of you tastes of rich sweetness #i anticipate you like i anticipate the first breaths of june #i miss you.
A Sea of Quotes
Lorrie Moore, “Strings Too Short to Use”
Anna Sun, Walk the Moon with the PS22 Chorus.
I Wanna Be Yours - John Cooper Clarke’s original poem
(via bonathaniver)human life = cheapasasausage