August 2011
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July 2011
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I Thought
dearoldlove:
I really did think we’d get married.
“Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember,...”
– Franz Kafka to Milena Jesenska, 1921 (via narcosis)
for women who are 'difficult to love' →
you are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house says you are blinding him that he could never leave you forget you want anything but you you dizzy him, you are unbearable every woman before or after you is doused in your name you fill his mouth his teeth ache with memory of taste his body just a long shadow seeking yours but you are...
