Major boyfriend appreciation post.
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Found this on the footpath today.
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(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
Mary Oliver, “The Uses of Sorrow” (via rosettes)
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The Raveonettes - Hallucinations
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Cy Twombly - Scenes from an Ideal Marriage (1986) - Acrylic and pencil on paper
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I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.
II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via philo-sofia)
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