Love Quote #7071428
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I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish

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.

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posted December 27, 2016 at 1:10pm UTC tagged with love, shinjimoon, quote

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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. Molt. 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. (S.M.)
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.

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Screw falling in love. My heart itself is already in tangles. A web of nonsense and a drawerful of necklace chains that I will never have the patience to separate. I am sounds mixed with different mediums of light. Six thousand eight hundred dialects of flesh that I don’t have enough time to translate into words. This dictionary of skin is unreadable and Latin is dead because of what we never had the balls to tell each other. I am swearing off of love because everything inside of me is oil and vinegar and I no longer believe that it’s morally correct to fall in love with the intent of both destroying and rebuilding another human being. I am a forest fire and an ocean, and my favorite color is the same as the color that hurts me the most. I don’t want your sentimentality. Quit looking at me intending to melt me. We all know it’s working. We all know what this heart is capable of unfolding. I am not as strong as my words pretend to be. Not as quiet as these caesuras promise. This heart is a patchwork quilt of people that leave different shades of blue inside of me. The drowning. Your skies. The outline of a blue jay on a porcelain plate. For now, I am closing off these bones for someone who will know how to trace me without me ever telling them what I look like naked. I no longer want to seduce the words out of people just to see if I can. The love that I’m looking for falls out of the realm of your lips and my lips and our lips doing a dance that involves bodies and more skin and your hair touching mine, gently, like two winds colliding. Screw falling in love. It’s too much to handle when I’m already having difficulties breathing and keeping track of my heartbeats and making sure that my limbs are doing what they need to be doing. But, men are so beautiful. But this heart is so fragile. I am every vulnerability that the thesaurus has to offer me and in a certain light it’s impossible for me not to pull you towards me with the intent of kissing the very life out of you. What I’m trying to say is that you are not allowed in. What I’m trying to say is that all I want is to open myself up and have you rearrange me, untangle the gold chains of my heart, love me for every shade of blue that I have hidden in the silent spaces between parentheses. I have sworn off of falling in love, but I know that in the morning, outside, in the pale frost of February, all I’ll want is to hold another person’s hand, warm and gloved, in their coat’s pocket. ”
"I babysat this six year old, and I was wearing shorts today.. and my scars were showing, I guess. He poked them and he said, "I know how those got there." I replied, "How?" He looked at me with a straight face and he said, 'I've seen them before. My big sister had them, and she said mean people put them on your body when they weren't nice to you, because when people are mean to you, you end up being mean to yourself. My big sister went away. I don't know where she went. Mommy said she's on a happy vacation somewhere, because she was too sad here. I miss her. Don't go on a vacation, please.'"
But yesterday, my heart moved for the first time in weeks. The body's little organs fluttered enough to send missionaries up my bones and alert me that I was blushing — that the heart was beating for someone else — that the familiar figure who walked into the room and barely looked me in the eye, was enough to make all the stones nestled in the bottom of my stomach turn over in their seats.
English language, my a.ss. When you kiss me, my syntax hits the wall across the room and shatters in shards of words that scatter across the floor.