a collection | you read words and you forget to breathe

Richard Siken:

A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river
             but then he's still left
with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away
                              but then he's still left with his hands

Michael Faudet:

The kind of love letters I write are the ones you read in bed, 
stretched out under the sheets with one hand between your legs.

Chuck Palahnuik:

People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. 
The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.

Alexander Pope:

But let the business of our life be love: 
These softer moments let delights employ, 
And kind embraces snatch the hasty joy.


So embarrassing when you stare into the abyss 
and the abyss stares back at you so you wave 
but the abyss was staring at the dude behind you.

I love words that are out of context best, just waiting to be consumed and loved absolutely.


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