MidnightBlackHeart

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Fri, 17 May 2013 19:47:22 -0400

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Fri, 17 May 2013 19:37:05 -0400

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Thu, 16 May 2013 15:44:12 -0400

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Thu, 16 May 2013 12:16:51 -0400

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Thu, 16 May 2013 12:16:19 -0400

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Thu, 16 May 2013 12:09:49 -0400

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Thu, 16 May 2013 12:09:17 -0400

fuck. damn. his abs. fuck.

Thu, 16 May 2013 12:06:03 -0400

fuck. damn. his abs. fuck.

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Thu, 16 May 2013 11:56:13 -0400

wwiao: 95 percent of self esteem issues are caused by the iphones front camera

Thu, 16 May 2013 08:46:50 -0400

wwiao:

95 percent of self esteem issues are caused by the iphones front camera

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Thu, 16 May 2013 08:09:36 -0400

"I know the real you."

Wed, 15 May 2013 18:25:15 -0400

"I know the real you."

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Fri, 10 May 2013 17:50:47 -0400

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Fri, 10 May 2013 17:25:25 -0400

"I. The first time your heart was torn from your chest, You thought you were dying. You knew you..."

Fri, 10 May 2013 15:20:24 -0400

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The first time your heart was torn from your chest,
You thought you were dying.
You knew you could not live with the empty space.
So you replaced your heart with metaphors
And set out to create a world where the metaphor was unbreakable.

Now look what you’ve done—
You can’t breathe so you write.
You can’t hurt so you drink rum and pour our pirate chanties.
You can’t want revenge so you leave.

II.

When I see you I have two thoughts:
You are the reason The Smith’s wrote songs,
And my god, you are beautiful.

You are so beautiful
Blinking stars go blind.

But I can see this is going to get ugly.
The metaphors don’t make you feel whole anymore.
You sell out your deepest insecurities for a handful of laughs.
This life has you wound so tight you make grandfather clocks look relaxed.
You hold your body like banks hold money—all locked up.
Your shoulders are glass rocks waiting for the next attack.

But you’ve got it all wrong.

You don’t survive history.
History survives you.

There is no breakthrough without breakdown.

III.

If you’re going to break, shatter.
No explanations.
No limp-legged dog excuses.
No messing with this bullet proof vest fury
So popular with the cops and the presidents.

You’ve got to break like Texas.
You’ve got to take the pain from the safety valve of your heart
And return it to your fists.
Fight your better judgment ‘till you’re sinister again,
‘till your body remembers what it already knows how to do—
bend back
and manifest grief.
Scream torches ‘till you embarrass the enlightened.

Please. No more polite conversations with your death wish.
Give it something useful to do.
Change your life.

Cause I can’t stand to see you like this.
So blue, my eyes turn green in your presence.
Listen—you are so beautiful,
Grass pushes through sidewalk cracks just to kiss your feet.

IV.

Maybe no one ever told you,
But the heart is a metaphor.
Yours is growing so strong
You’ll have your rhythm back any day now—

Loving like rumours spread.
Dreaming like lunatic spacemen jump from their suits.
Living like you never forgot how.

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- Mindy Nettifee, “The First Time” (via fleurishes)

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Mon, 06 May 2013 17:23:54 -0400

"Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no..."

Wed, 01 May 2013 14:28:35 -0400

““Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no matter what you’re doing. You could be reaching for a glass in the cupboard or brushing your teeth or listening to someone tell a story, and your mind will just start drifting towards their face, their hair, the way they smell, wondering what they’ll wear, and what they’ll say the next time they see you. And on top of the constant dream state you’re in, your stomach feels like it’s connected to a bungee chord, and it bounces and bounces around for hours until it finally lodges itself next to your heart,”

- Pittacus Lore (via seabelle)

"This is for all the people I’ll never meet. This is for the person I might have kissed had I taken a..."

Wed, 01 May 2013 14:27:50 -0400

“This is for all the people I’ll never meet. This is for the person I might have kissed had I taken a different subway line on Saturday and the person I might have been if that boy hadn’t broken my mother’s teenage heart. This is for the people I would have loved if last winter hasn’t been so cold and for the city I would have called home if I had written haikus on napkins and carried pens in dress pockets and in the knots of my hair. This is for who I was, who I am, who I might be. This is for you.”

- Camryn Pulaski (via loveyourchaos)

@harrystyles: Big Balls of Brussels.

Wed, 01 May 2013 14:07:21 -0400

@harrystyles: Big Balls of Brussels.

"To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem."

Wed, 01 May 2013 14:04:48 -0400

“To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem.”

- Douglas Adams, “The Restaurant at the End of the Universe” (via defenestrador)