March 2012
“At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots...”
– Pablo Neruda (via earthwormkid)
“We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a...”
– Audre Lorde (via humanformat)
For the Dead, Adrienne Rich →
ntrotto:
I dreamed I called you on the telephone to say: Be kinder to yourself but you were sick and would not answer The waste of my love goes on this way trying to save you from yourself I have always wondered about the left-over energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill long after the rains have stopped or the fire you want to go to bed from but cannot leave, burning-down but not...
ihopericksantorum:
Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry. Sometimes...
badeggfitzgerald:
Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know why
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