I LOVE this.

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I hope when you peel citrus fruit
that it all comes out in one piece.
I hope that you have nothing to do today
so that you can stay in the shower
because sometimes that’s the warmest
and safest place to be.

I hope you let the sidewalk kiss
the bottoms of your bare
blistered feet after you’ve walked
far too long in uncomfortable shoes.

I hope the lights are all green on your drive home.
I hope the cashier looks at you like you’re beautiful.
I hope you have an appetite tonight and I hope
you have good things to eat.

I hope the walk to your car smells like trees.
I hope you haven’t forgotten how lovely you are.

We all have different definitions of a good day.
I hope you get some stuff done
even when you couldn’t leave your bed last week.
I hope you went outside even though
you didn’t want to see anyone.
I hope you at least have a day
where nothing bad happens.

I hope you have a day when you give yourself a break
because you need to remember that you’re human.
I hope you do something that makes you feel good about yourself.
I hope you do something for you and only you.
I hope you remember it’s not selfish.
I hope you remember it’s okay to eat.

Most of all, I hope you don’t die
because you are so many people’s reasons
to stay alive.


4:20 p.m. (You deserve the best, I hope you get it)

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modern angst story

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"I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you."

Hemingway, Ernest. A Farewell to Arms. (via wordsnquotes)

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I LOVE this.

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My thing is, have sex whenever you decide to want to have sex. You want to have sex on the first night, go ahead. You want to have sex after 20 dates, go ahead. You want to never have sex, go ahead. People think that someone’s sexual choices actually coincide with their personality. If all you can think of someone’s worth is whether they want to have sex or not, then the problem is probably you.

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"You are, at once, both the quiet and the confusion of my heart."

Franz Kafka (via oceanghosts)

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you are lying to me if you said that you didnt sing this in your head

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I am the bobby pins you find in corners of your room that seemed empty and clean yesterday.

I am the color of your walls we chose together. I am the gold paint for your ceiling we couldn’t afford.

I am the crumbs you find in your bed that was once our bed that I used as a table.

I am Governor’s Island where we had our first real date and our last good date.

I am Super Bad Brad that sings outside of Crif Dogs in Williamsburg on Thursday nights. I am Crif Dogs.

I am the furniture in your bedroom and the dishwasher we found at Ikea for $99.

I am the rug on your floor I stole from my last roommate.

I am that really nice face wash I gave you that you’re probably running out of about now.

I am that guy, Daryl, on the L Train that sings Maybe I’m Amazed.

I am the bottom shelf above your desk where I used to keep my nail polish.

I am ice cream and peach Snapple and Lactaid pills and whiskey and the French press.

I am the way I folded your shirts and paired up your socks.

I am the stamps we carved and printed on your door and the chevrons I painted on the front of it.

I am the heart shaped pans you bake your pot brownies in. I am pot brownies.

I am the reason your Netflix still recommends medical dramas and sad independent movies. I am Weeds.

I am the pasta maker, the ice cream maker, the mixing bowls, and the orange cutting board.

I am your moustache wax and the cup you keep your toothbrush in inside the medicine cabinet.

I am the sheets on your bed and the bathmat and the towels you still use.

I am all of the groceries and dates I paid for this time last year. And I am your first month’s rent on the apartment you still live in.

I am all those naked pictures of me you claim disappeared from your hard drive.

I am the blue umbrella.

I am Albert Camus. I am Jon Krakauer. I am F. Scott.

I am the reason you have a bed because “grown ups don’t sleep on a mattress on the floor.”

I am the name of your imaginary brewery.

I am Trader Joe’s.

I am your skateboard.

I am the northside of Williamsburg (but only the parts above North 7th).

I am all my clothes in your closet that you’ve been saying you’ll “mail tomorrow” for weeks now.

I am Terra Blues. I am Bleeker Street.

I am the puppy store by the bank.

I am Peru. I am our trip to Peru we would be on today. I am the money you haven’t gotten back yet for canceling our trip to Peru.

I am the fourth of July. I am air conditioning. I am the next apartment you’ll live in that actually has a window.

I am coconut oil.

I am just someone your next girlfriend will be better than.

I am the bobby pins.


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