August 2012
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i have a spacious heart in which is constantly giving, yet i cannot allow myself to get without fleeing. help me
July 2012
“I like you; your eyes are full of language.”
– Anne Sexton (via peaceblaster)
“Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.”
– Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Poetry as Insurgent Art (via the-essence-of-existence)
“The less I needed, the better I felt.”
– Charles Bukowski (via zafiros)
You ever want to show someone all the worst parts...
changedsinceyesterday:
Just so they’ll know all of you?
There are those people who you wanna hide it from. You don’t want them to see you like that. You don’t want them to know what color your guts are, how thick your blood is, what your heart looks like when it’s split down the middle, the texture of your brain…
And yet for another, all you want to do is let yourself be ripped wide open right...
volunteered for eight hours at evergreen today! you are not truly living until you’re giving the gift of help to another. i feel as though i came alive today
