"I want a tattoo of the first morning we woke up together. I want the memory to hurt."


Clementine von Radics (via ughpoems)

From Home, available here through Where Are You Press!

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"Wasted are the days
where the skin beneath our clothes
doesn’t get to touch."


Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

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This is why it hurts the way it hurts.

You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.

You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.


- Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via abluesforbrklyn)

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"Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?"


Negative Space (via elliesigh)

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A Softer World: 1131

(my self esteem is innumerate)

buy this print

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The Last Billboard

A 36-foot-long billboard located at the corner of Highland and Baum in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Every month, a different individual is invited to take over the billboard to broadcast personalized messages, which are spelt out using wooden letters that are changed by hand. 

you can follow its tumblr here. 

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Pattern recognition, Lukasz Wierzbowski

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"'Knowing what doesn't make you unhappy,' she sulked, 'is more painful than knowing what does make you unhappy. It leaves you with greater responsibility toward your own state of mind.'"

- Thin Skin, Emma Forrest

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As we made love, our scars met,
grazing long enough for mine to say
‘He tries to hide me,’
and for yours to reply
‘I know I embarrass her.’

'He never learned how to swim,' whispered my scar.
‘She got picked last in gym class,
then cried into her pillow,’ replied yours.

Just then, a huge wound opened in me.
You touched it. It closed.
I was filled, fully healed, and I knew
I would never be able not to love you.


- Intercourse, Tom C. Hunley

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