just a place

Leaking

It leaks

into the spaces

around my other

organs

above

below

and adjacent

to it.

Poison drips

like a leaky faucet,

(with no one to fix it)

into my veins.

What is this new

substance

taking over my core?

The cavity

where my heart

used to rest,

is spilling over the

edges.

Love is finding its way

to my soul.

01/06/12

Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.

“

—	Claude Monet (via johnsteinbeck-)

Many people still confuse ‘attachment’ with ‘love’. Attachments are about fear and dependency, and have more to do with love of self than love of another. Love without attachment is the purest love because it isn’t about what others can give you, because you’re empty. It’s about what you can give others—because you’re already full.

“

—	Yasmin Mogahed (via lonehands)

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5000letters:

1. You can be anything.
- Might I create butterflies from the knobs of my spine? The thump of my heart will keep them warm. They will unfurl their wings like the beat of poetry and I will keep them, between the spaces of my bronchi where they will flap when I read something that chokes…

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.

“

—	Haruki Murakami (via johnsteinbeck-)

I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’

“

—	Neil Gaiman (via sleepinginthewashroom)

I need you. I get so scared sometimes. I wish you could climb in my mind with me.

“

—	Francesca Lia Block, The Hanged Man (via theantipoet)