Just taking a stroll.

26th August 2014

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determined-in-slc:

How To Never Go Home Again (for Cariño, forever.)
I.
There are two ways to find someone. One is to look for them. The other is to stop looking altogether and let them find you.
II.
If you leave my city and head due west, the streets eventually begin to tick by in lettered groups—Kildare, Killpatrick, Kirkwood, Lamon, LeClaire, Lichen. But the science of these streets is not exact. You will cross Oak Park and Oketto and be waiting for Olcott and you will cross Harlem and for a minute be frightened that you have to start all over with H. This is how it felt when you, infrequent, called. For a moment, I was afraid that I had lost my way until I realized that you hadn’t resent me: I was always traveling towards you.
III.
It’s true what they say: you can never go home. I can feel it stinging my eyes in the airport, I can feel it stiffening my spine. I used to see you on every street corner and ache for your fingertips in the roots of my hair. But when I am navigating the roads we used to walk, I can feel a sickness coming on and for once I can tell you’re not the cure. You’re the whole damn disease, baby, and you always were.
IV.
I fell in love when I was nineteen and I still believed in all the wrong platitudes. If you love something, let it go. And so I let you go, and you came back to me with teeth. You came back to me in the dead of night, soaked in cheap tequila with guilt scrawled in the brackets between your hipbones and when I licked them salaciously, I could taste it. It was bitter behind my lips and I sometimes wondered if she knew. But I still let you crawl from her bed to mine on your bleeding knees, fallen.
V.
I never knew how easy it was to forget someone when they only exist in starlight, when we are both liquored up with nostalgia. I never knew that when the sunlight hit my skin in the city where I left you, you wouldn’t recognize me anymore. But I’ve learned that it is only easy to love something when it doesn’t exist.
VI.
There are a thousand ways to lose someone and I am just now realizing that I have lost you in every last one. 

determined-in-slc:

How To Never Go Home Again (for Cariño, forever.)

I.

There are two ways to find someone. One is to look for them. The other is to stop looking altogether and let them find you.

II.

If you leave my city and head due west, the streets eventually begin to tick by in lettered groups—Kildare, Killpatrick, Kirkwood, Lamon, LeClaire, Lichen. But the science of these streets is not exact. You will cross Oak Park and Oketto and be waiting for Olcott and you will cross Harlem and for a minute be frightened that you have to start all over with H. This is how it felt when you, infrequent, called. For a moment, I was afraid that I had lost my way until I realized that you hadn’t resent me: I was always traveling towards you.

III.

It’s true what they say: you can never go home. I can feel it stinging my eyes in the airport, I can feel it stiffening my spine. I used to see you on every street corner and ache for your fingertips in the roots of my hair. But when I am navigating the roads we used to walk, I can feel a sickness coming on and for once I can tell you’re not the cure. You’re the whole damn disease, baby, and you always were.

IV.

I fell in love when I was nineteen and I still believed in all the wrong platitudes. If you love something, let it go. And so I let you go, and you came back to me with teeth. You came back to me in the dead of night, soaked in cheap tequila with guilt scrawled in the brackets between your hipbones and when I licked them salaciously, I could taste it. It was bitter behind my lips and I sometimes wondered if she knew. But I still let you crawl from her bed to mine on your bleeding knees, fallen.

V.

I never knew how easy it was to forget someone when they only exist in starlight, when we are both liquored up with nostalgia. I never knew that when the sunlight hit my skin in the city where I left you, you wouldn’t recognize me anymore. But I’ve learned that it is only easy to love something when it doesn’t exist.

VI.

There are a thousand ways to lose someone and I am just now realizing that I have lost you in every last one. 

26th August 2014

Photo reblogged from Hp Lyrikz - Inspiring Quotes with 962 notes

hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

25th August 2014

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deans-mistress:

I want a Black Widow movie because I want little girls to finally have a female role model

I don’t give two fucks about a dead pool movie; we already have way too many movies about dumbasses who somehow get a bunch of hot chicks k bye

25th August 2014

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http://demenior.tumblr.com/post/95708428249/i-really-want-the-avengers-on-a-beach-day-and-its →

demenior:

i really want the Avengers on a beach day and it’s like their first outing post-winter soldier shenanigans and so Shield is gone but they’ve decided to still be the Avengers so now they do team bonding because they might as well be friends since they’re no longer coworkers

and the first thing…

23rd August 2014

Photoset reblogged from Hurricane with 65,982 notes

we found moon moon

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23rd August 2014

Quote reblogged from Hurricane with 104,334 notes

…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, ‘That was fine’. And your life is a long line of fine.
— Gillian Flynn  (via brigette-rose)

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23rd August 2014

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23rd August 2014

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betype:

[arty]cmonkeys

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23rd August 2014

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Some people smoke,
others drink, and others fall in love,
each one dies from a different way.
— (via difficult)

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23rd August 2014

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I’m sorry I gave you everything I had without making sure you wanted it.
— Heavy (#418: April 21, 2014)

Source: write2014

23rd August 2014

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But I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will. All my life long.
Blue Is the Warmest Colour. Dir. Abdellatif Kechiche (via wethinkwedream)

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23rd August 2014

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I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

— (via bakelyn)

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23rd August 2014

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hplyrikz:

I can relate to this

hplyrikz:

I can relate to this

23rd August 2014

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hplyrikz:

I can relate to this

hplyrikz:

I can relate to this

21st August 2014

Photoset reblogged from Hurricane with 1,585,507 notes

"This leaves men confused and unable to pigeonhole you. What they are forced to do instead is… take you seriously."

Reblog every time.

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