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for the lovers on the moon.
moons, spines and lovers

everyone i meet has been wearing your face.
my sister massages her heart and says the body has a painful way of flushing lovers out of it.
every night looks something like a ritual,
constant prayers to the moon for anything that removes heaviness.
the same moon that tells me stories of how men and women fold their spines in half
just so that they can fit under a lover’s tongue.

- James Strauss

always remember

jamesthatsall:

when regret comes for you

you can hide all your secrets

underneath my skin. 

i don’t mind the taste

of all the wounded memories

that leave you crippled

at night.

- James Strauss

❝ There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship’s, smoothes and contains the rocker. It’s an inside kind - wrapped tight like skin. Then there is a loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive, on its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one’s own feet going seem to come from a far-off place. ❞

— Toni Morrison, Beloved (via amaalsdrifting)

After

Yesterday, Melanie showed me
bite marks on her back.
She said a boy with sad eyes gave them to her.

"I would endure the pain
of splitting open like an old wooden door if it would make him find shelter in me.” she whispered,
as we sat on the steps in front of her parents’ house.
She slowly painted a picture of the boy with her tongue.
She gave him curled black hair
and eyes that looked like her father’s.

Melanie pressed the dress she wore
down between her legs
as she talked about trying to taste the skin all over his body.
She spoke about him until her mouth started bleeding
and then she expelled a sigh that removed everything he filled her with.
She has a way of taking ache and slowly turning it into memory.

- James Strauss

❝ And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness. ❞

— F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via doublehelixnucleotide)

capulcuesra:

Those words are the last words a father’s to his dead daughters who killed by Bashar al-Assad and his supporter army with chemical weapon attack.

Almost 2000 innocent people died at this attack. Most of all, 0-10 years old children. Most of them, killed while they are sleeping. They couldn’t wake up for a new day.

There’s no words to explain this massacres. You don’t have to be a Syrian or Muslim to support this people. This can be happen to you, one day. We don’t know what’s gonna happen to us. Please, share this with everyone. Please.

[NOTE: My english is pretty bad but I hope you’d get it.]

hellyeahrihannafenty:

The Real Entertainment of the 2013 VMA’s - Rihanna

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