Breaking up is hard to do.
So hard in fact,
That every time I try,
I can’t.
I just can’t.
Fuck.
excuse me mister dude: Mindy Nettifee - "The Year You Thought You Were Dying"
The year you thought you were dying
was a really great year.
You ate licorice on the beach in January,
swam rum sauced in the icy Pacific
wearing only blue rubber flippers
and your grandfather’s dog tags
and for the first time, it felt good to be cold,
it felt good to be so cold it hurt.
"
The last time you came to see me
there were anchors in your eyes,
hardback books in your posture.
You were the five star general of sureness,
a crisp white tuxedo of a man.
I was fiddling with my worn coat pockets,
puffing false confidence ghosts in the cold January air.
My hands were shitty champagne flutes
brimming with cheap merlot.
I couldn’t touch you without ruining you,
so I didn’t touch you at all.
It’s when you’re on the brink of something
that you lose your balance.
You told me that once.
When I can’t bring myself to say what I need to,
my heart plays Russian Roulette with my throat.
I swear I fired that night, but, nothing.
Someday, I’ll show you the bullet I had for you,
after time has done the wash.
I’ll take it out of the jar of missed opportunities.
We’ll hold it up to the light.
You’ll roll it around your mouth like a fallen tooth.
You won’t forgive me exactly,
but we’ll laugh about how small it is.
We’ll wonder how such a little thing
could ever have meant so much.
Mindy Nettifee, “All I Have to Say For Myself” (via larmoyante)
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Mindy Nettifee | For Young Women Who Don’t Consider Themselves Feminists
i’m always posting this everywhere and will probably not ever stop
Eating Poetry: Untitled
If a man is only as good as his word,
then I want to marry a man with a vocabulary like yours.
The way you say dicey and delectable and octogenarian
in the same sentence— that really turns me on.
The way you describe the oranges in your backyard
using anarchistic and intimate in the same…
hijacking.
the past 6 months or so i have used this blog as a bored, lazy day, re-blog, something or other.
today it is going back to being a piece of cyber space that holds my thoughts and fears and dreams and feelings.
just thought i would let the few people who read this blog know.
if you want more of the other stuff i’ve been posting visit weallneedoxygen2.0: things.
xo.
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"Does he treat you with respect at all times? That’s the first question. The second question is, if he is the exact same person twenty years from now that he is today, would you still want to marry him? And finally, does he inspire to be a better person? You find someone you can answer yes to all three, then you’ve found a good man."
Colleen Hoover, Slammed (via arealmofpossibility)
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"Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented."
Elie Wiesel (via thirdeyeblinking)
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"I’m never gonna wait
that extra twenty minutes
to text you back,
and I’m never gonna play
hard to get
when I know your life
has been hard enough already.
When we all know everyone’s life
has been hard enough already
it’s hard to watch
the game we make of love,
like everyone’s playing checkers
with their scars,
saying checkmate
whenever they get out
without a broken heart.
Just to be clear
I don’t want to get out
without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life
so shattered
there’s gonna have to be
a thousand separate heavens
for all of my flying parts."
Andrea Gibson (via polyverse)
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