September22014

After your grandmother’s
wedding ring
slides off your finger
and down the kitchen drain.

After your sister finally
unlocks her mouth. Tells you
what happened the night
you didn’t pick up the phone.

After that party
your freshman year of college
when you drank all the vodka
and then threw yourself at that boy
who was so not into you.

After the picture frames,
the wine glass,
and your vows
lay broken on the floor.

After you drop out of college.

After your mother tells you
not to come home anymore.

After you accept that your father
and the man you love
have the same brown sugar eyes.

After it has been two years,
and you’re still not sure
you love him.

After it has been four years,
and you’re still not sure
you love him.

After you pull your under wear
from the dark curves
of a stranger’s sheets
and leave
without saying good-bye.

After you, sobbing,
confess what you have done
and he does not forgive you.

There is shame.
There is fear.
And there is this dizzying
freedom.

The Brief Two Second After You Ruin Everything” by Clementine von Radics, from her book Home. (via queer-lust)

(Source: alittlecalamity, via saveryghost)

August292014

nessainky:

Do not waste your time on someone who makes you feel like you need to apologize for being yourself.

(via homesickbookworm)

August282014
“Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.” Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via stonefreedreamer)

4AM
“Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.” Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via kushandwizdom)

(via saveryghost)

August262014
“Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.” Alain de Botton, On Love (via theintentionallife)

(Source: quotethat, via saveryghost)

August182014
“I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.” I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via dollpoetry)

(via runfromvader)

9AM
4AM
“Trust is like a paper, once it’s crumpled, it can’t be perfect again.” Unknown (via cknd)

(Source: CKND, via nicoffeine)

August172014
4AM
adrieldaniel:

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.”  ― Alfred Tennyson

adrieldaniel:

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.”
― Alfred Tennyson

(Source: adrieldaniel, via melapetal)

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