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thephilosophersotherstone:

0800-dial-a-poet
ha ha, you wish

even words that come easy
don’t come for free

your heart and mind as you read
are the price you must pay

"Learning to love myself was infinitely more powerful than any boy with smoke in his laugh and fire in his eyes love could ever be"
"I was sitting on the train today as we crossed the Manhattan Bridge, colors and graffiti flashing by in the usual New York City blur. I looked through the window as everything passed by, and I saw a girl sitting alone on the floor of the bridge, knees drawn up to her chest, her head in her hands. Everything seemed to go slow motion for a second. She was gone in an instant, almost faster than thought, but I’ll never forget how alone she looked as the world went on without her. She was sitting there with her head in her hands as the train thundered past, and I was on the other side, watching through the window. She was having her moment, completely unaware that I was, in some way, sharing it with her. She’ll never know some guy saw her at sixty miles an hour and spent the rest of the day wondering what she was so sad about. She’ll certainly never know he wrote about her. I wonder if she knows that two people can share two sides of the same moment and never even know it."
-(via orlansky)

untexting:

i’m that kind of person who between two choices always pick the wrong one