December 2011
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Love, Forgive Me
My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. It has always been you. You are the first person I was afraid to sleep next to, not because of the fear you would leave in the night but because I didn’t want...
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November Rain
How separate we are under our black umbrellas—dark planets in our own small orbits, hiding from this wet assault of weather as if water would violate the skin, as if these raised silk canopies could protect us from whatever is coming next— December with its white enamel surfaces; the numbing silences of winter. From above we must look like a family of bats— ribbed wings spread against the rain,...
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There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and...
– Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via distantheartbeats)
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It is not so much that I miss you
It is not so much that I miss you as the remembering which I suppose is a form of missing except more positive, like the time of the blackout when fear was my first response followed by love of the dark.
- Dorothea Grossman
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Never Mind
that guests no longer come unannounced or that the photo album contains pictures of much younger people than we remember being never mind that swallows etch Sanskrit on the wrinkled sky it’s November and the present is emptying its wine into our glasses never mind that we’re not touching now because our shadows are...
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Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via neelvan)
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