Canada might as well be on Jupiter…
I’m equally poor to visit both places.

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"

Give me the lover who yanks open the door
of his house and presses me to the wall
in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched
and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload
and begin their delicious diaspora
through the cities and small towns of my body.

To hell with the saints, with the martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.

I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it.

"
Kim Addonizio, For Desire (via eternalit-y)

(Source: hellanne, via sushtina)

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"I like missing you so hard because it makes me feel strongly that you are not a dream, you are real, you are living, and I’ll meet you again." Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: hellanne, via our-rights-our-wrongs)

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"Don’t go to a museum with a destination. Museums are wormholes to other worlds. They are ecstasy machines. Follow your eyes to wherever they lead you, stop, get very quiet, and the world should begin to change for you. And if you see me, say something! We can talk about it together." Jerry Saltz (via ablogwithaview)

(Source: cavetocanvas, via ablogwithaview)

19/8/14, 2342 notes
"

You are a
hurricane of
a girl;

remember
to breathe
every once

in a while,
do not drown
within your
own storm.

"
(via triumphofdesire)

(Source: stolenwine, via panchevska)

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titytwochainz:

every family got a plastic bag full of plastic bags

(via saraphine)

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"Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him." F. Scott Fitzgerald (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via gotta-make-it-rain)

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