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The Space in Between

{...the line begins to blur...}

tomorrow’s easter.
I remember two years ago to this day
the night before
was when I first stayed over.
we only talked until we fell asleep.
we talked about everything,
about death, our pasts,
the future.
then you danced into sleep.

my mornings consists,
while taking hot showers,
of the thinking of
the ways I fucked up;
the ways I made things worse.
tomorrow’s Easter,
one of the very few days
I woke up first before you
in your bed.

"For almost 18 years you’re taught to sit down, shut up, and raise your hand. Then you have to decide what you’re going to do for the rest of your life."


We Provide Our Own Meaning


"For me, there is always, and I believe that there must be more than one language, mine and that of the other (I am greatly simplifying) and I must try to write in such a way that my language does not make the language of the other suffer [souffrir],that he/she puts up with me [me souffre] without suffering [sans souffrir] [because of it], receives the hospitality of my language without losing or integrating himself/herself in it."
-Derrida, “A Certain ‘Madness’ Must Watch Over Thinking,” 1995 (via queertheoryissexy)
"I don’t think love is always a huge, cataclysmal emotional event. I think sometimes it sits in front of you for a very long time until you glance over and say, oh, there you are. I don’t think it’s your saving grace. I think it’s the hand that you hold while you save yourself. I don’t think it’s someone who sweeps you off your feet. I think it’s someone who stays right beside you and lets you walk on your own. I don’t think it’s always a blazing but temporary insanity of racing hearts and hormones. I think that’s the love that changes us. The love that should stay with us is the calm, deep, thorough knowing that you want to be with someone despite logical objections. And what may be even more important than anything is that I think you find your own love at the very edges of where other people’s love pushes you."
"We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus. That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing."
-Charles Bukowski (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via purplebuddhaproject)

"You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself."
-Albert Camus (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via purplebuddhaproject)

obsession, part 2:

considering buying a plane ticket, but not for myself…


Joan Jett, LA, 1977


Joan Jett, LA, 1977

(via courtneyisapagan)


I think a year from now I want to be back home; hopefully have a second chance.

(Source: heartbeatsclub, via gashis)


(Source: missbassweight, via december-bee)


feeling emotionally lost now.

(Source: rulingthumb, via underla)


She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

-Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist  (via theywantmoore)

(Source: avraham-chai, via metaphysical-technicality)