March 2012
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“When you watch Torchwood there is a warning at the very beginning that some...”
– John Barrowman.
(via moriartea)
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Billy Collins, "Not Touching"
sharingpoetry:
The valentine of desire is pasted over my heart and still we are not touching, like things in a poorly done still life where the knife appears to be floating over the plate which is itself hovering above the table somehow, the entire arrangement of apple, pear, and wineglass having forgotten the law of gravity, refusing to be still, as if the painter had caught them all in a rare...
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“A child sits by the tree on the playground. Every day it is the same. He sits by...”
– Death Watch, by Ari Berk (via mirror-of-erised)
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Bon Iver // Skinny Love //...
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February 2012
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rust:
scottiehughes:
It was much easier to spell out painted numbers on blank tiles than it was to name all of the creases in your palms. They branched out as book spines over marred skin. You have this wire in your stride,
but still you keep a contort in your laugh that brings out the cords in your neck. The last time I knew you, each muscle drew taut with every touch I offered. Soon we were nothing...
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