(Source: ushonelikethesun, via paristofrance)
THE BLACK ART
A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.
A man who writes knows too much,
such spells and fetiches!
As if erections and congresses and products
weren’t enough; as if machines and galleons
and wars were never enough.
With used furniture he makes a tree.
A writer is essentially a crook.
Dear love, you are that man.
Never loving ourselves,
hating even our shoes and our hats,
we love each other, precious , precious .
Our hands are light blue and gentle.
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
But when we marry,
the children leave in disgust.
There is too much food and no one left over
to eat up all the weird abundance.
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.
such spells and fetiches!
As if erections and congresses and products
weren’t enough; as if machines and galleons
and wars were never enough.
With used furniture he makes a tree.
A writer is essentially a crook.
Dear love, you are that man.
hating even our shoes and our hats,
we love each other, precious , precious .
Our hands are light blue and gentle.
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
But when we marry,
the children leave in disgust.
There is too much food and no one left over
to eat up all the weird abundance.
Anne Sexton
2 days ago - 
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A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it’s left me blind
And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became
I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I’m always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart
- Florence and the Machine.
Et nos deux âmes s’étreignirent de toute la force de nos bras.
- Alphonse Daudet
(Source: always-a-slave, via ohsimplelife)
Stupid, stupid - to be so careless with our time, to believe we had so much of it left.
Lauren Oliver
6 days ago - 1
1
Lean in for a big kiss put his favorite perfume on
Go play your video game.
(Source: riverao, via pinkroseus)
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I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.
I’ve had my fill, my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.
The record shows I took the blows, and did it my way.
- Robbie Williams, My Way
