“We Dug A Heart Out Of A Heart And Our Mutual Pain Molded Us Into Lovers In The Evening Fires Of Autumn.”

Jill Osier, “Small Town”

[text ID: Listen. The rug is wet because I stood here. Because it started pouring. Because your door was open and I was under a tree. Because it was raining. Because the rain and tree both were in your backyard. Because so was I. Because you weren’t home. Because I knew you were bowling. Because  I walk your road. Because your road goes by your house. Because I felt like a walk. Because it was going to rain. Because your door is never locked.]

collage work by paw grabowski (oejerum)

“Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs, oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.”

— Pablo Neruda, from “Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair” published c. 1924

Tuscany, Italy

(via)

| blushing phantom butterfly

Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

[text ID: I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy."]

when I am among the trees, mary oliver (read by amanda palmer)

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