"I am so sorry to all the people I hurt while I was hurting."

— (via deathnoteoflove)

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"So many of us choose our path out of fear disguised as practicality"

thank you professor jim carrey

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"I love you, I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I’ve ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm. Your eyes are like that, did you know? Well they are. How many minutes ago was I? Twenty? Had I brought my feelings up to then? It doesn’t matter. I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. I love you so much more now than when you opened your hovel door, there cannot be comparison. There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey. Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will do that. Do you want me to crawl? I will crawl. I will be quiet for you or sing for you, or if you are hungry, let me bring you food, or if you have thirst and nothing will quench it but Arabian wine, I will go to Araby, even though it is across the world, and bring a bottle back for your lunch. Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do."



A survey of my college poetry class revealed that approximately

13 out of all 17 students drank enough every night after

returning to their dorm rooms to black out for several hours.

The other four just constantly wished to be in a coma

or to pluck their hearts out…

"Young men need to be socialized in such a way that rape is as unthinkable to them as cannibalism."

— Mary Pipher, Reviving Ophelia (via wetforest)

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On social issues, Canadians remain deeply liberal.


On social issues, Canadians remain deeply liberal.


I just laid in her bed
and listened to her tinkling
through the wall
and thought about running away
with her
to another planet.
A planet
that would let me kiss
the sound
of innate sadness
right outta her light, naked
A planet
that would let me
love her
in all the unnatural
and inhuman ways
she deserved
to be loved in.

Then I heard
the toilet flush.

She came back to bed,
laid down beside me
and we both fell asleep
on the same stupid planet
we had both been struggling
to learn how to love on
since the day
we were born.

I hate me
for accepting
the physical boundaries
of this world
and for trying to fit
our unusual love
inside of it.


calvero, “i love you, Beak. goodnight.” (via outofthearmofonelove)

(via calveropoetry)


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