Made stuff today.

Made stuff today.

Poems are never just poems. They’re compensating for something. Here are the words I wish I had written in crescent-moon bite marks down your neck. Here are a hundred words for “stay,” and a hundred more for “please.” Here is how I hold a pen. Here is how the pen holds me. Here are my thoughts, over-steeped in empty fervor. Here is nothing and everything all at the same time. — Fragment 5, Kristina Kutateladze (via coffeeshoppoet)

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My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me. — Unknown  (via kamelotforever11)

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It’s amazing *—* on We Heart It.

lovemy-hippielife:

It’s amazing *—* on We Heart It.

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I still remember the way my stomach flipped when I first saw her. I tried so hard to keep it cool, but goddamnit she was beautiful. light-another-one (via light-another-one)

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