i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new.

e.e. cummings (via observando)
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Poetry is what happens when nothing else can. Charles Bukowski (via observando)
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TSSF - Empty Space

Front Porch Step - Private Fears In Public Places
Aren’t there enough words
flowing in your veins
to keep you going. Margaret Atwood, from “The Shadow Voice” (via the-final-sentence)

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Don’t – don’t go.
Don’t carry it to someone else this time.
Tell me about it if it’s something human.
Let me into your grief. Robert Frost, Home Burial  (via lontanodallapaura)

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It’s all messy:
The hair.
The bed.
The words.
The heart.
Life… William Leal.   (via lontanodallapaura)

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I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you. Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms  (via lontanodallapaura)

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thx for deleting the caption from my edit
In my case, literature is a kind of revenge. It’s something that gives me what real life can’t give me - all the adventures, all the suffering. All the experiences I can only live in the imagination, literature completes. Mario Vargas Llosa (via wordsnquotes)

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my pic and my edit :)