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Chloe
Humanitarian / Pacifist / Feminist
Punk rock faggot
All I want is to
sit on cold wooden floors,
or live inside the throat of an opera singer
whose voice would dance and
echo throughout my cold winter skin,
and have that spanish voice
sprout flowers in between the boards beneath us,
during the spring.
so that in the summer,
i have strong melodies and strong petals
to sleep on until fall.
— “Maria” (via actingbogus)
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actingbogus:

I didn’t know why my bones were so brittle,

until I realized winter had ended.

The sun passed through there just the other day,

my need to go outside pended.

I felt you inside me babe,

so I left my guard down.

Thought you’d never eat my heart,

I guess what goes around comes around.

I never would have believed you’d wanted,

the one thing I had that decomposed.

Would of never thought you’d devour my heart,

when my other guts were just as exposed.

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I heard it too. The sound of something important to you disappearing.
告白
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Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.
— Natalie Goldberg

(Source: psychportal)

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Goodnight my kitten.
— Ernest Hemingway to his wife before committing suicide 

(Source: man-of-prose)

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In this love you are like a knife, with which I explore myself.
— Franz Kafka 

(Source: moonbabynicole)

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Wires

persons-soup:

I’m having a bad year, more than just a bad night

but tonight is bad.

I miss belonging

because now I am as pointless as the blank stares on from the faces on my wall

My room is dark and cold

My head is loud and awake

My chest hurts and my ribs are breaking

I wish I knew how to rearrange the wires in my body

How do those wires work?

It’s so simple, to miss someone

Do you ever feel this way?

No.

You are so much more together than I.

Or at least you try to prove that you are

Never focus on those twitching wires inside your head

Never worry never doubt

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