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The Greeks Believed in Apricots as the Cure for Unrequited Love

writingsforwinter:

If I can’t have the boy, at least I can have his clothes.

They leave their sweaters, their jackets, their blue jeans draped

over my bed like petals, filling the bathtub, rising to the surface

of the water like buoys. My therapist once pontificated

that loving someone who is already with another

is misplaced energy. She placed an apricot in my hand

and made me roll it between my palms,

its soft downy skin like velvet across my fingers.

The Ancient Greeks believed that apricot pits

were all the words a dead person meant to say but didn’t,

hardened into a dense stone

hidden deep within that pale orange flesh.

Today, though, desire renders me speechless.

There’s nothing more to say that hasn’t already been said.

When they leave, the boys never exit the normal way:

they have to jump out the window, slide down the roof,

pick the lock on the back door with an extra

bobby pin. Love makes people do strange things.

And the day I held that apricot, I learned

that there’s no room for small talk.

If you love someone, let them know.

Even ghosts have things they wish they’d said.

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Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

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Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

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11 Must see stargazing events of 2013 - Imgur

11 Must see stargazing events of 2013 - Imgur

"When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them."

Lemony Snicket (via ryannxp)

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merelyamadness:

I thought I found a soulmate in a boy
whose eyes were a color I had never seen
because of the way his chest rose and fell
as he talked about things I loved

but sometimes stars can convince you
that your wishes are coming true
when your heart really needs
just a little more time.

you broke my heart, so there’s the door

writingsforwinter:

I pretended I knew it was coming; that’s why the combination

to the vault of my heart could only be opened by twisting the lock to 9-1-1;

you declared the space between my ribs an emergency zone

just by already knowing the combination.

What I know about heartbreak is that sometimes you need a forklift

to pull out the wreckage. It’s not a clean shatter, either.

Tonight I begged my spine to put itself back in my blouse

and stop twisting itself into the fetal position,

to woman up and stand up straight so I could get back

to reaching for the sky again, but it just bowed its head.

There are days when my reflection collects dust in all the wrong corners

because you’re not there to wipe it off

and let me get back to seeing all the best and brightest parts of myself again.

Instead I just feel like a darkened planet

that not a single comet wants to orbit around.

It’s incredible how the spaces between every breath

still find a way to spell out your name,

but then again I guess language and love are similar enough to air.

A week ago I tried salting the snowy roads of my heart

so every heartbeat would stop slipping and sliding

at the sound of your name,

but every damn pothole just emptied itself out

as soon as it was filled.

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Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

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Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

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"Yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes."

Ulysses, James Joyce (via commovente)

"You can’t be just friends with someone you’re madly in love with"

Frank Ocean (via fawun)

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