you are everything i want
you are a poem i cannot write
a word i cannot translate
you are an exit wound
a name i cannot bring myself
to say aloud
- Jeanann Verlee, excerpt from “Exit Wound” (via larmoyante)

(via simplista)

What are you thinking about?
You always hated it when I asked that question.
It’s a tricky question you used to say.
That it’s an illusion to pretend that we can bridge the gap between your thoughts and mine.
For you, every person is like a planet and two different planets can never become one.
Two people together will always be: one plus one.
I preferred to think of us as bubbles, because when they touch,
they merge into one another like when two people make love.
But now I know what you meant.
Two people together will always be one plus one.
- Vera, Unmade Beds (2009)

(Source: c-ovet, via melotae)

I know a certain tune that my life plays;
Over and over I have heard it start
With all the wavering loveliness of viols,
And gain in swiftness like a runner’s heart.

It climbs and climbs; I watch it sway in climbing
High over time, high even over doubt.
It has all heaven to itself—it pauses,
And faltering blindly down the air, goes out.
- Sara Teasdale, “The Tune” (via larmoyante)
ujyuji:

f2.8 もし 都会からタクシーが消えたら…どこか 味気ない風景になるかもしれない
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.
- Charles Bukowski, excerpt from “How is Your Heart?” (via larmoyante)

(via gozart)

zooeyclairedeschanel:

i have no interest in small talk tell me about ur childhood and what ur parents are like and how many siblings u have and if u are afraid of death or if u believe in an afterlife and what ur favorite movie is and if u like romantic comedies or horror movies or action movies and what kind of music u like and why and tell me the bands or artists u loved in middle school but are too ashamed to admit to anyone else and

(via melotae)