Will I Ever Forgive Myself For Being Pathetic In Love? For Being Sick And Sad All The Time.

“Let us be misplaced together. Like short walks through big cities. Like hard work on Sunday mornings.”

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‘Try’ is all we have.

-D.K.

(via doekent)

“On the streets, / everything looks human. You forget / certain animals are bloodless injured. / You must imagine some other color / that means hurt.”

— Maya C. Popa, from “Broken Periodic”, American Faith

"Even the moon cried for him to stay with me,but he left."

(lovers don't exist/siyah)

There really is such a softness in knowing that you look up at some of the same stars as people who lived 5000 years ago did.

“Death “makes absence just another familiar habit,” writes Llamazares. “Disappearance, however, has no limits.””

— Nina MacLaughlin, from “On the First of November, the Ghosts Arrive”, The Paris Review

forever removing “agree to disagree” from my vocabulary now i end all my arguments with “live with what makes you comfortable but know that ultimately you’re not telling yourself the truth” and that’s on me being sick and tired <3 we’re burning bridges today

—Charles Frazier, Nightwoods

“The body as home, but only if it is understood that bodies are never singular, but rather haunted, strengthened, underscored by countless other bodies.”

— Eli Clare, Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness, and Liberation