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  1. Steve Steve
    posted a quote
    February 3, 2016 10:31pm UTC
    “Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer.”
    — Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

  2. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    January 21, 2017 10:58pm UTC
    the honest to
    that i'm mad at myself. I SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER.

  3. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 27, 2016 1:08am UTC
    I've known girls like you.
    Girls who are two shots
    of whiskey straight,
    and chain smoking,
    thigh highs and red lipstick
    and a mean old twisted mouth.
    I've known girls like you at night,
    you turn yourself into something new.
    You're all soft inside,
    you're all sadness and bite
    and limpid, starless eyes,
    calling random numbers in the dark
    just so you can hear a new voice,
    just so someone can say ‘who's this?’
    And finally you can breathe again
    because you're a person again,
    you're a who,
    you're not a casual f.uck in a bar,
    not a wolf whistle
    or a left behind, or an afterthought.
    Baby, you're all heart and hands,
    you're all deconstruction,
    collapsed stomach and lungs,
    scowling whilst you apologize for existing,
    frowning as you look for warmth in bodies
    that do not belong to you.
    Wait, I want to tell you,
    stop smudging your eyeliner,
    stop turning yourself inside out.
    Wait, I want to say,
    your hips are more than a hotel,
    wait for it–
    your body is a place to stay.
    —Azra Tabassum, Ruin Does Not Look Like You

  4. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 27, 2016 1:41am UTC
    “1. Kiss boys whose mouths taste like plums and liquorice,
    take, but do not give,
    do not surrender to the urge to fall.
    2. Kiss girls who are silk beneath your hands,
    swell around them until you become waterlogged, heaving.
    3. Leave forest fires alone,
    do not look for smoke, when your body starts to burn
    stay away from trees, get the hose.
    4. You are not an apology,
    do not treat yourself like one,
    your lips are perfect for kissing,
    your hips do not spell ‘sorry’.
    5. The roar of your voice is a lightning storm.
    This is why the sky excites you,
    because you were born from it.
    6. They'll tell you that you are ruined.
    Don't listen. You are not an abandoned train station,
    you are poetry in motion.
    7. There will be leaves in your hair from climbing trees
    and falling from them,
    sometimes it is good to hurtle.
    8. Loosen yourself into elastic
    the next time someone touches you.
    Remember: you are not an apology,
    you belong solely to yourself.”
    — Lessons

  5. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 27, 2016 2:45am UTC
    “1. Hold everything very carefully unless it is your lover's back. Then, become metal, become teeth, do not gentle yourself for any man. Do not change for the ones who think that you should be softer, less mouth, less voice. You do not owe regrowth to anyone but yourself. When they begin to ask for you to shape yourself around them, leave. Shut the door firmly. Do not look back.
    2. Do not waste what you have, use the skin. Lick the insides until there are seeds in your teeth. Share fruit with others, share fruit with your lover. Use your mouth and your tongue to discuss the inner anatomy of a melon. Remember that it is the sweetest on the 28th day, remember that when you open it, it will spill over your hands and his. Lap it up, after, bathe together. Later, you will find seeds between your thighs. Wash again, they lied about cherry trees growing in your stomach, but you never know.
    If the pulp is running down your arms, lick off the excess before it reaches your elbows. It's a b.itch to get off, you will have to shower and you will find it everywhere– in your hair, and in all the lines within your palms. You'll taste sweet for days. He'll love it, don't you worry and if he doesn't? Try kiwis instead.
    3. I've seen you hold things between your hands and crush them until they are leaking out of the spaces between your fingers. Learn when you need to be gentle, learn to caress instead of squeeze. If you tighten yourself around something that does not want to have you, it will destroy itself trying to escape. It will turn inside out. Do not force it, sigh and let it go. We're not talking about fruit anymore, I hope you know that.
    4. There is a secret to the perfect cut and it is all in the holding of the fruit. Grip too tightly and you'll ruin it, not hard enough and it'll slip out of your fingers and your skin will learn the knife. Be careful with yourself, be careful with your hands and sharp objects. When you are eating avocado cut it through the middle, twist, pop out the seed. Do not attempt to eat the seed. This one tastes best in salad, try chicken.
    5. When you are holding mangoes be careful with the skin, take too much off and you're wasting the fruit, not enough and it's bitter to the tongue. Take it with you when you fall in love. Be careful with the skin. At dawn take him by the shoulders and lift him to you. Take his mouth and his hands. Undress him softly and then undress him further. When he is shaking in your hands, put your mouth to his ears and tell him that you will love him for as long as you think you can. If it is forever, simply smile. Nibble his ear. Let the light touch him with you.”
    — My Mother's Lessons on Peeling Fruit and Keeping Lovers

  6. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 27, 2016 1:00pm UTC
    You will lie to everyone you love.
    They will love you anyways.
    One day you'll wake up and realize that you are too big for your
    own skin.
    Don't be afraid.
    Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
    against the windowpane.
    You are a hurricane-prone area.
    The glass will break through often.
    But it's okay. I promise.

  7. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 27, 2016 1:10pm UTC
    I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there's nothing but light when I see you.

  8. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 27, 2016 1:23pm UTC
    Let the world in and sooner or later people will see the oceans pouring out of you. You'll walk down the street and someone will mistake you for the sky. You are beautiful because you let yourself feel, and that is a brave thing indeed. Treasure the company of being alone. Think of solitude as another friend for you to hold hands with in the dark. You have clipped wings and scars from when people told you that you were too young and too human and too weak to try to scale the troposphere with your eyes closed, but you were born from the earth and you were born from a wave of your mother's love and you will end up in a horizon somewhere between the two.

  9. PrimarilyParamore* PrimarilyParamore*
    posted a quote
    December 28, 2016 2:38pm UTC

  10. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 28, 2016 5:28pm UTC
    Sacrificing everything that you care about in order to make another person happy is not love. It’s not really that some people are gardeners and some people are flowers… It’s that we both must be both, each in our own time. —Tonight the Streets Are Ours

  11. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 28, 2016 5:44pm UTC
    A lot of people tell me
    I like the idea of that.

  12. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 28, 2016 5:51pm UTC
    Entitlement is an expression of conditional love. Nobody is ever entitled to your love.

  13. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 28, 2016 6:48pm UTC
    “1. First of all, f.uck you, I am worth more than the £3.65 you spent on me in McDonald's, and the grimace on your face. I am worth more than the hand you brushed over my hips and the are you sure you want to be eating junk food, babe? I have stopped twisting my body into apologies for you, I have stopped interchanging water for food so you might find me sexy or pretty enough to f.uck. Listen, I've forgotten what your voice sounds like. It turns out, I don't miss it very much at all.
    2. I have always had a voice that is too loud to be a secret, and the first time you treated me like one, I went home and threw up and hated you for the rest of the night. We didn't talk about it after but you looked at other women whilst you were with me and I wanted to take you by the shoulders and ask why everything I'd given you wasn't enough. It turned out that it was, and you were just too stupid or too blind to see it. I don't cover up lovebites anymore, I don't pretend to not belong. I am here, I am here, I am here. Where are you?
    3. I met you outside a convenience store at 2 AM. You were pulling smoke from a joint and drinking beer, black leather and hair gel. When I walked past you leaned your hip against the cash machine and said hey baby, do you wanna come home with me? I did and I don't know why. I think I was lonely, I think I was looking for warmth anywhere I could find it and you were the first place I'd been in that felt alive. We stayed in your apartment for two days and only came out for food and water. The entire place smelled like s.ex and food. You didn't call me after. Somehow, I can't remember your name but I can't look at the brand of beer you like anymore. It only reminds me of how dark it feels to have someone f.uck your body and not your mind.
    4. There's a few streets I can't walk by anymore because my body is splayed across every inch of them. The roads here are wearing my teeth and my clothes and the way we loved each other. When I look hard enough, I think that even the cement is oozing the bite of us. I avoid the cracks, I try not to look at any windows. Your face is everywhere. Somewhere, in this city, there's a quiet abandoned apartment that has been mourning quietly ever since we left it. Somewhere, in that apartment, is a letter I wrote you. It says, I will think of you when the sky looks like it's trying to touch the ocean.
    5. On the first Saturday of every month I feel the ghost of your hands on my hips and drop whatever I am holding because the skin there is burning. Suddenly, I am all eyes and collapsed arms. Suddenly I am looking for something to hold. I have sacrificed mugs, bone china and all our porcelain for you. I am eating off of paper plates now. I have to drink beer out of cups. I am smoking more than I usually do because I know that you hate it. I'm hoping that somehow you'll feel that my lungs are still missing you and are trying to punish me for that. I think you were my worst addiction of all. They don't do anonymous meetings for lonely youths. If they did there'd be too much heart in one room, if they did, everyone would drown from the loss of it all.”
    — Letters for the Boys Who Broke My Heart

  14. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 28, 2016 8:06pm UTC
    That night when you come home and drape yourself next to me like a cat that's found its place you smell of Chanel No. 5, not mine. I want to scream, how dare you have the audacity to f.uck someone who can afford better perfume than I can. While you sleep, I lie in bed and think of the ways that I could hurt you. Your jeans are hanging on my drawer, you bought them for £145, I spend the hours slowly unstitching each seam. When you ask I say, God, baby, I don't know, they scammed you maybe, no one is trustworthy these days anyhow. For every time you put your mouth on my neck I think of your lips on hers, and the croissant I had for breakfast rolls in my stomach. I wonder if you know, that I can smell s.ex on you, I can smell longing for flesh that isn't mine. I think so hard that I get a migraine and you say, oh honey, do you want a massage? In a voice I thought was just for me but no part of you looks familiar anymore. I look at your hands on me, on her, on other hers, your beautiful fingers and I want to break them. You've been quiet lately, you'll say, rolling into our broken home, traces of other woman all over your body. Even when we shower together I can't wipe the scent and I think that maybe we can survive this, except on our last night, your hands are cupping my face and you're saying, god I love you, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I imagine you saying those things to her and I break like rubble, the scratch on your face will be there for weeks. I'll show you the door, naked and hurt and cold and I'll say, go to her. I'll say, I know what you've been doing. I'll say, I hope when you f.uck her you'll think of me, you'll think of what you lost.

  15. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 28, 2016 8:50pm UTC
    I've decided to make myself strong. As far as I can tell, that's
    aLL I can Do.

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    January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC
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  18. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 17, 2016 12:29pm UTC

    There are times I feel like I am not wholly here. Like I am looking in on my life through a dusty old lens. I can make out the outlines of the things and the people I love, but for the most part, it is all a shadowy blur.
    —Beau Taplin

  19. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 17, 2016 2:35pm UTC
    Our lives can only be lived forward and understood backwards. Living a life and understanding it occupy different dimensions.

  20. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    December 17, 2016 2:48pm UTC
    It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.


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