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April 6, 2015

"Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice.
All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed..."

Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice.

All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed into were preparing you for me.



I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth.



Was it a long journey?

Did it take you long to find me?



You’re here now,

Welcome home.



- Warsan Shire (via verlustragen)
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Published on April 06, 2015 07:08

April 5, 2015

Do you have any movie recs like the video you just reblogged? It was sooo pretty and i loved it

Oh man, you wanna take a moment to talk about old Bollywood though? Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, Khabi Kushi Khabi Ghum, Mohabbatein, Dilwaleh Dulhania Le Jayenge, Bhagvaan, Tere Naam, if ever you want to sit down and cry for a really long time that’s where you need to go tbh xxx

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Published on April 05, 2015 18:44

tokomon:Aishwarya Rai in Silsila Ye Chahat Ka from...



tokomon:

Aishwarya Rai in Silsila Ye Chahat Ka from Bhansali’s Devdas (2002).  The level of glamour and ethereal aesthetics of a girl keeping a lamp continuously lit for her love since being separated in childhood—

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Published on April 05, 2015 18:30

"You have me & all my bareness
to scribble your tempers on, so breathe,

shine, & bend me:..."

“You have me & all my bareness

to scribble your tempers on, so breathe,



shine, & bend me: the half hitch

knot on the rusted hook of your heart.”

- Tory Adkisson, from “Self-Portrait as Ganymede” published on Revolution House (via pigmenting)
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Published on April 05, 2015 05:47

April 4, 2015

"On a quiet morning whilst you napped on a chair and I looked out of the window and wrote a poem, you..."

On a quiet morning whilst you napped on a chair and I looked out of the window and wrote a poem, you made a cute snuffly sound that made me turn to look at you.



And there you were, looking warm and red-cheeked. Like how you always looked in the mornings, the same kind of soft that made my hands itch with wanting to touch you. Your eyelashes were fluttering against your face and I remembered how they always felt like baby moth wings when you kissed me.



As I looked at you, the sun reached through the window to touch your hair. You stretched and shifted and you were glowing. And I thought “I would do anything for him”

“Damn, this kind of love is terrifying.”

And “how will I ever recover from this?”



- Azra.T “All at once” (via 5000letters)
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Published on April 04, 2015 22:35

spent so long writing poems about ruining people but I don’t wanna ruin you I just wanna hold...

spent so long writing poems about ruining people but I don’t wanna ruin you I just wanna hold you to the soft warm heart of me and keep you there

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Published on April 04, 2015 17:30

spent so long writing poems about ruining people but I don’t wanna ruin you I just wanna hold...

spent so long writing poems about ruining people but I don’t wanna ruin you I just wanna hold you to the soft warm heart of me and keep you there

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Published on April 04, 2015 17:30

I realise the older that I get, the less that I can stand it when someone I care about is annoyed at...

I realise the older that I get, the less that I can stand it when someone I care about is annoyed at me like it just makes me want to cry and make ‘em happy again so by the time I’m fifty I’m pretty much gonna be a complete emotional wreck

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Published on April 04, 2015 13:53

"I will teach my daughter not to wear her skin like a drunken apology.
I will tell her ‘make a home..."

“I will teach my daughter not to wear her skin like a drunken apology.

I will tell her ‘make a home out of your body, live in yourself, do not let people turn you into a regret, do not justify yourself. If you are a disaster it is not forever, if you are a disaster you are the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. Do not deconstruct from the inside out, you belong here, you belong here, not because you are lovely, but because you are more than that.’”

- Azra.T “Your hands are threads, your body is a canvas.” (via 5000letters)
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Published on April 04, 2015 05:19

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