I’m not for everyone. I’m barely for me. Marc Maron (via fuckoff-mondays)

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"A three second exposure meant that subjects had to stand very still to avoid being blurred, and holding a smile for that period was tricky. As a result, we have a tendency to see our Victorian ancestors as even more formal and stern than they might have been."
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.  Richard Siken (via feellng)
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Hopeful thinking


The dream I dream may not come, but it gives me hope of happiness.

The thoughts I think may be idiotic but it gives me hope of passion.

The want of love my heart desires may be far,

but time will pass,

as time will give me my greatest desires,

as pain will grant me the strength my heart needs as the shield of which I wait.

For when the time of which I wait is over,

your arms will be my home and my fragile heart will belong to you

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