There is no God

Spirit Animal

My dog isn’t spayed. I took her outside and she growled at every other boy dog. Then she found one she liked… She humped him. Bwahaha! Mommy did something right!

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They wordlessly excused each other for not loving each other as much as they had planned to.
Miranda July (via beautyisanillusion)
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Move forward
and repeat after me with your heart:

“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”

Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.
Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies” (via larmoyante)

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IV. There is a certain kind of girl who reads Lolita at fourteen and finds religion. I painted my eyes black and sucked barroom cherries to red my tongue. There was a boy who promised Judas really did love Jesus. I learned early every kiss and betrayal are up for interpretation.
Clementine von Radics (via rabbitinthemoon)

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You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.
Warsan Shire (via moaru)

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My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, “First Fig” (via larmoyante)

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For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.

You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.

You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.

Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics(After Marty McConnel)

Good lord.

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And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.
Margaret Atwood

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You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone.
Sierra DeMulder, from “Unrequited Love Poem” (via agentlemenscoup)
(Source: oofpoetry)

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This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go.
Buddy Wakefield; Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars (Hope is Not a Course of Action)
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