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I destroy myself so you can’t.

Six Word Story #1  (via w-ildfires)
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..have you forgotten me, she asks?
Do you not remember our long walks under unforgiving October suns
Barefoot - the baking earth melting our soles
I miss your grandmas cucumber
A perfect heat remedy
Or how she sealed her wisdom in a jar of peanut butter
Every spoon full making your bones remember the song of your birth
And did I not pour all of times sands into you
Using my hands
Also borrowing all three hands of time
To massage and rub honey and warmth into making you spread your wings
Yet today you tell me to leave
You say you are an unfortunate lover
She says, what is this new song you sing?
Chorused with a cacophony of apologies
Forget the dreams we forged but do not forget my name
For my tears will testify against you
And my tongue will tell of the ways you made home in thighs
How you made my body quiver
I tell her our love was young
Little did I know hearts do not number days as minds do
And my heart was an unreachable mainland
I kept an archipelagos of lovers
This is what I thought made me a king…

her forget me not - Tapiwa Mugabe, tapiwamugabe.tumblr.com (via tapiwamugabe)
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..have you forgotten me, she asks?
Do you not remember our long walks under unforgiving October suns
Barefoot - the baking earth melting our soles
I miss your grandmas cucumber
A perfect heat remedy
Or how she sealed her wisdom in a jar of peanut butter
Every spoon full making your bones remember the song of your birth
And did I not pour all of times sands into you
Using my hands
Also borrowing all three hands of time
To massage and rub honey and warmth into making you spread your wings
Yet today you tell me to leave
You say you are an unfortunate lover
She says, what is this new song you sing?
Chorused with a cacophony of apologies
Forget the dreams we forged but do not forget my name
For my tears will testify against you
And my tongue will tell of the ways you made home in thighs
How you made my body quiver
I tell her our love was young
Little did I know hearts do not number days as minds do
And my heart was an unreachable mainland
I kept an archipelagos of lovers
This is what I thought made me a king…

her forget me not - Tapiwa Mugabe, tapiwamugabe.tumblr.com (via tapiwamugabe)
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Today is a day where everything aches.
I am writing to tell you that
you are a permanently jet-lagged
body in the wrong country.

You are lost because you left
yourself in someone else.
You are not broken.

You are scattered.

You are not a broken heart,
you are just a dislocated one
that fell out of its socket.

8:34 a.m. (Your heart hasn’t shattered yet)
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She had a habit of walking around in white cotton panties and writing poetry on the back of crumpled envelopes.

Michael Faudet  (via michaelfaudet)
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We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.

George R. R. Martin (via seabois)
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People Help The People

Birdy
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Hiding somewhere in that girl is a soul defined by pain. I don’t know what sort of hurt left her fragile, and she would argue that she’s strong as brick. But beneath her wall of blister is uneven ground.

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Tonight the boy I love told me he also loved me back, but not in it’s direct form. He told me, “Please don’t you ever leave my side,” and somehow, that translated to my soul as, ’ I love you. I love you. I love you.

intr0vertedsoul (via intr0vertedsoul)
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faeriepools:

Do not touch your body with bad intentions. Rub your belly when it is full. Stroke your soft skin. Hug yourself, even if it’s silly, because it feels nice. Pleasure yourself. Do not touch your body with bad intentions. Do not pinch at the fat on your stomach. Do not scratch at your skin. Do not hate the shell you’re encased in.

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