i don’t pay attention to the
world ending.
it has ended for me
many times
and began again in the morning. Nayyirah Waheed (via actuallycrying)

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sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. as lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. you just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. you meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. i don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something. roundtop (via adictable)

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It was the summer when we all
unlearned drowning,
and the kids were climbing trees
trying to touch lightning
and the parents were forgetting to hold us
Tuesdays felt like Saturdays every week
because we didn’t know that
we were always supposed to be
waiting for something better than today.
The neighbors dug holes looking for
and the grown ups dug holes for another
burial that would take place later.
It was a summer of almosts,
and even the birds still talk about it.
You were the best lie I told,
and some days I still believe you really
did happen to me.
But then I think about the the way you ran
from your mother when she tried to tousle your hair,
and I know that I would never be able to love you right.
There were winters softer than
that summer was,
but they are harder to remember.
I left your name somewhere to rot with the
peaches and dying trees,
but they still show up in my poems
whenever I listen to the birds gossiping too long.
I am waiting for Saturday to come back,
and on my worst days,
I am waiting for you to come with it. Y.Z, another confession  (via seulray)

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