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My bad habit.
Always trying not to strike up another
when the windows are open
and I get that nervous feeling.
-
I may not be lighting cigarettes, but
that memory of
you holding me tight to you,
lest I get up and answer the phone,
is the tar in my lungs.
I wonder if I will ever
just
…cough it up.
Anonymous (via xo-skeleton)
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Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well and when you’re having sex with your next lover on this very floor they will also notice that you didn’t paint it very well and they will think less of you for it. And then you think, “Is that sentence too long?” and then you have to hold the contradictions of sobbing uncontrollably and wondering about grammar in your head at the same time.
(via asolitarycomfort)
(via asolitarycomfort)
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Hay una ciudad que me espera en el sur
y es extraño que no tenga tu nombre grabado en las paredes.
Fragmento de Hay una ciudad que me espera en el sur, Pilar Pallarés (via poesianoerestu)
