I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
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If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)
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velved:

Alison Scarpulla

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I Found A Reason, Cat Power, The Covers Record

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Sodom, South Georgia, Iron and Wine