"Stop acting
so fucking wounded.
The only person
that can pick you up,
push back your shoulders,
wipe the tears,
mend the broken bones
and get you out of your slump
is you.
Now go and live,
there is so much to be
happy about."
- "Things I tell myself when I feel as though the world is too big for me" - e.m.f.p (via cudah)

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What I meant was, I wanted our hipbones to hold hands
while I take your lungs out to dinner. Dance with your

sunburned arms while I keep pretending that I am the moon
that pulls your tides back into place. The sea

would have been so jealous of the salt lines we leave behind
after dancing to the waves. I wanted you, and your left hand

tracing my backbones’ steering wheel to home. Your right hand,
a mailbox with endless love letters, on top of my knee,

I do not always have time to write back to, and still. You are so still.
What I meant was, I never should have taken these parts for granted

if they could have been the parts that kept us whole. We could
take each other’s toes on a walk on side street alleys and kiss

on benches full of thumbprints of no one we know. We could
do so much more, if we only we had taught of it before.

- Kharla M. Brillo, An Anatomy of Regrets   (via sarahcosima)

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