December 2011
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“(Elegy for his Hands)
It was late, I was drunk, you were warm
to my hand, I...”
– Robyn Art, Notes About His Hands, Part 4 (via grammatolatry)
Giving me a chance
geometricant:
I don’t want your sex, your gifts or to live in your idea of romance. I don’t want you to invest money in my sake or really that much time. I want your friendship. You don’t always have to be there and we don’t always have to have something to talk about or have all our interests in common. I don’t expect you to make me feel less lonely, but I want to feel your presence. I want to...
“I’ve been numb for over a month now
and the winter sneaked in
with fast-moving...”
– Dorothea Grossman (via rosiee)
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“No pienso en ti, solo te siento pasando por mi
Como el dulce viento”
– Devendra Banhart
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