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are not stupid. you loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. heart like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas. heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street. Frida Kahlo (via skuffedupmyhuffy)
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Pablo Neruda, Love Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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(dying
fiction) day to daySo here is my attempt to frankenstein some of dyingfiction’s words just as she did mine a while back. I was really excited to try it when she contacted me, and hey it only took me a over month to reciprocate because, ahem, you know, I am very busy
tired lazyforgetful.But in any case I started going through her blog (which is one of my absolute favorites in terms of writing, highly recommended) and decided I would use pieces of her poems only to remix because her prose is basically already a remix of itself, intense and fast and worms-around-inside-your-head. I added a simple word on rare occasion for grammar purposes but essentially all the lines are hers.


