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“When I put my hands on your body, on your flesh, I feel the history of that body. Not just the beginning of its forming in that distant lake but all the way beyond its ending. I feel the warmth and texture and simultaneously I see the flesh unwrap from the layers of fat and disappear. I see the fat disappear from the muscle. I see the muscle disappearing from around the organs and detaching itself from the bones. I see the organs gradually fade into transparency leaving a gleaming skeleton gleaming like ivory that slowly resolves until it becomes dust. I am consumed in the sense of your weight, the way your flesh occupies momentary space, the fullness of it beneath my palms. I am amazed at how perfectly your body fits to the curves of my hands. If I could attach our blood vessels so we could become each other I would. If I could attach our blood vessels in order to anchor you to the earth to this present time I would. If I could open up your body and slip inside your skin and look out your eyes and forever have my lips fused with yours I would. It makes me weep to feel the history of your flesh beneath my hands in a time of so much loss. It makes me weep to feel the movement of your flesh beneath my palms as you twist and turn over to one side to create a series of gestures, to reach up around my neck to draw me nearer. All these memories will be lost in time like tears in the rain.” — The Half-Life, David Wojnarowicz (via bloodisthenewblackk)
(Source: hypnobate, via bloodisthenewblackk)
“The sickness rolled through me in great waves. After each wave it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet leaf and shivering all over and then I would feel it rising up in me again, and the glittering white torture chamber tiles under my feet and over my head and all four sides closed in and squeezed me to pieces.” — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 4
Washed away
Some people you will never get over.
Let you stay in a secret chamber in my heart and a safe spot in my mind. Forever, forever and always
(Source: little-blackbook, via anditslove)
And suddenly it’s as if there is no one else in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.
A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either one but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.
In the tight desperate clench of our fingers are all the words we will never be able to say
How much better my life had been for knowing you
Because I know with a certainty that whatever happened, I will never stop loving you.