Instead of writing,
I would rather be saying
all these words to you.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott) Via Tyler Knott

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

The Little Prince  (via bl-ossomed)

"… and I question the connections that we made"
Thanks for the reminder, tho, you.

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im at my church and im using the wifi here and i look to see what my connections are and


*slow clap*

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*stifles belly laugh b/c late*

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on a day when I was thinking about sexism and self-image problems and then an ex

I remember a time that I paid her a compliment

And she looked all confused like she couldn’t tell

what my words had meant

Turned, slightly incredulous, but a truly surprised, “What?”

A reaction that said I was the first to say

she had a nice butt

And I reacted more strongly, wondering why

no other guy had said

What I’d just said to be honest, not to get inside her head

Or pants

Not in bed

No such dance

No flattering

Just a boyfriend telling his girlfriend

something mattering to him in that moment

A sort of pleasant torment

that I thought was clear

But apparently, it was something that she needed to hear

So much fear in the hearts of chubby girls and skinny guys

Spindly arms or touching thighs

We all think we have our reasons to feel worthless

to the opposite sex

I still get nervous shirtless

because my pects might not be shaped right

If I flex, cancel date night

They’ll all just laugh at me

Behind my back, it’d be

Not unlike catastrophe

to any hopes of attraction

That’s the reaction I expect

We fear the worst

Brainwashed into thinking we’re cursed by our physique

if it’s even the least bit unique

Then I suddenly remember

a real moment in a real September

You don’t forget when the truth really lands

And that beautiful woman was under my hands

And love was made

'Cause love had stayed long enough to appreciate the view

So, maybe one day

I might hear a woman say

that I am beautiful, too


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Another of those photos that was even more perfect for having Nick Drake paying behind it :)

treading water

So often, I dive too deep
Occasionally coming up for air a blowhard
And whether or not I come up
with any pearls of wisdom
I will always continue to dive

I would love for someone to dive with me
Someone to hold her breath
(Someone from whom I could take it away)
and take the plunge

As my ego-erring huge head bobs to the surface
this question also comes up:
Is she deep enough?

That is to ask, how far can she dive?
How far is she willing to go with me?
Can she fathom the journey
I want to share?

So, beautiful, are you deep enough?

Well, what do you love?
How does it draw you? How do you love?

Does it spring from your essence for the elemental?
Do you dig down to get to the bottom of love?
Do you lose yourself until you find love?
Do you divine love?

Does its water live in you?
Does it renew you?
Would it renew me?
Dive down to find me?
Bring me up for air?

i do some bad things

sometimes just to make sense that

they happen to me

I… I got nothin’…

Becky, buddy, why do you hate me so much? lol

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I think if Dickens was alive today, he’d have been working for the BBC, until HBO offered him much more money.

Roddy Doyle discusses television and his short story in this week’s issue of the magazine: (via newyorker)

Heh, lit jokes… It’s funny ‘cause it’s true…

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Some stories stay with us forever

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