March 2012
Your voice, it floods my thoughts. And your face, it haunts my dreams.
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through...”
– Pablo Neruda (via nyred)
“No, you can’t deny women their basic rights and pretend it’s about your...”
– President Barack Obama
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February 2012
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Anonymous asked: but iiii still hear your naaame in wedding bells
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I thought heartbreak might be inspirational, that it’d make my poetry better or something, that I’d become more artistic. It’s just made me grow silent. Silent and even more afraid.
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