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How often it is that we turn each other
into metaphors, months into men, this summer a summer
that belongs to us and us alone.

And you, had we not been somewhat in love that May,
all those years ago, would the post office still equate a
secret, would a yellow taxi still mean leaving, and would
a train platform still make me cry when dusk hits in Manhattan?

Mark Doty’s partner died after AIDS and everything he has seen since
has looked like loss. Sylvia Plath killed herself and afterwards, people
could only approach ovens with apologies and remorse.

The flowers in our common room keep dying. The
fruit in the bowl is always barely there.

How many times do we say goodbye before we leave? How
many times do we pretend that absence makes the heart grow

Once, I believed in you like a poem, turned your heart
into a metaphor for my heart, turned our months into honey and
caramel lozenges,

But metaphors come, and metaphors go, and
not even seasons have the courtesy to stay till dawn.

“For Something I Know Too Well To Name,” Shinji Moon (via commovente)
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Victoria Charlotte Petterseneverythin´ or nothin´ 2011
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Ambera Wellmann
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last text messages from the victims of the daegu subway fire on february 18, 2003.

“I’m sorry. I can’t bring your shoes and bag. I was going to make you a pork cutlet.. sorry.. my daughter. I love you.”
“You really make me hate youㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ get lostㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ bye”
“There’s a fire. I will go to heaven first.”
“Without oppa you must not skip meals and listen to your parents.. get itㅋㅋ and don’t wait for me I won’t come”
“Oppa is in an emergency I think I need to be away. Don’t wait for me and go back. Alright? I love you.”
“ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋDon’t waitㅋㅋI’m not comming ㅋㅋㅋ I’m sick of youㅋㅋㅋㅋ”
“Study hard and be a good person. Dad is sorry.”
“ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ<-my feelings”
“ㅇㅇcall emergency tell them there’s a fire in the subway don’t panic and keep calm. Alright? Oppa’s okay”
“What if I suddenly disappear tomorrow? What would you do? just curious ㅎㅎ”
“Don’t Wait”
“I’m sorry that I was mad at you this morning it wasn’t what i meant honey I love you forever”

im gonna bring this post back this post is woah
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"And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling."
George Carlin (via larmoyante)
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by, 李妻四|畄讯
I'm a nihilist who believes in everything, a reincarnation of the Madonna's lover.