You, memory,
almost weightless
this morning inside me.
Jane Hirshfield, from The Beauty: Poems; “My Memory,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
(via violentwavesofemotion)
Etikett: him with a capital h
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been about you since i met u
i can’t wait to see you again
I want all of it. Your sleepy mumbling. Your drunken embarrassment. Your silly faces. Your anger. Your dance moves. Your anxiety. Your apologies. Your sadness. Your stern looks. Your claustrophobia. Your exasperated tone. Your frustrations. Your past. I want all of it. I want all of you.
You make me want to listen to love songs 24/7
La sirène du Mississipi (Mississippi Mermaid), François Truffaut, 1969
To Have and Have Not (Howard Hawks, 1944)
i think about kissing you too often
beberequin 