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→ 11 Nov 12 at 3 pm featherumbrellas:

longwalksandfriskywomen:

explicitit:

drainedenergy:

travelerschecks:

featherumbrellas:

lmfaoswed:

m-ayflower:

the last sentence :(

Everything is perfect until the last sentence…

I think i’ve got a million comments about the last sentence, but that’s the entire point to the poem. You fall in love with the feeling of being wanted, you fall in love with the places you visit, the routine, and mostly you fall in love with being comfortable. You are there because you want to be able to love that person, but you can’t force yourself, and you won’t.

the last sentence is what makes this so perfect. it’s honest and a twist that you aren’t expecting and I love that in writing.

this is actually one of the most beautiful things i have ever read..

How I always feel about people.

I freely admit I don’t get this poem. How can you love someone’s hipbones and not them? I mean, they’re attached.

I didn’t fall in love with anyones hipbones you should probably read the line again

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featherumbrellas:

longwalksandfriskywomen:

explicitit:

drainedenergy:

travelerschecks:

featherumbrellas:

lmfaoswed:

m-ayflower:

the last sentence :(

Everything is perfect until the last sentence…

I think i’ve got a million comments about the last sentence, but that’s the entire point to the poem. You fall in love with the feeling of being wanted, you fall in love with the places you visit, the routine, and mostly you fall in love with being comfortable. You are there because you want to be able to love that person, but you can’t force yourself, and you won’t.

the last sentence is what makes this so perfect. it’s honest and a twist that you aren’t expecting and I love that in writing.

this is actually one of the most beautiful things i have ever read..

How I always feel about people.

I freely admit I don’t get this poem. How can you love someone’s hipbones and not them? I mean, they’re attached.

I didn’t fall in love with anyones hipbones you should probably read the line again

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Theodore Isaac Rubin (via blua)

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"I must learn to love the fool in me—the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of my human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my Fool."