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we poisoned our bodies but nourished our minds

i wear your love every place i go.

"How could I know you fit my body like a glove? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.

I have time. Please, devour me."
- Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour (via
mjalt)

(Source: frenchtwist, via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

"Sometimes,
I wake up
at four in the morning
and taste smoke
in the back of my throat.

I swear to god,
you’re still burning
somewhere inside me."
-
Solange (via perfect)

(via femme-fatalities)

"There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it."
- All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands  (via
queer-lust)

(Source: typewriterdaily, via rustyvoices)

"She’s like my name; I know there’s a time I didn’t have it, but I can’t actually feel what that was like."
- James Bradley, “Finally, We Agree” 

(Source: wordsandetcetera, via alonesomes)