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Finger licking good Steve!

Which Steve are you?

Hey google, remind me to love myself every day.

President of the United States of America. I never thought there would be a president so miserably failing at his job, George Bush jr. looks like an accomplished statesman.

A must-watch: MSNBC’s Stephanie Ruhle reminds everyone of the known sexual assault accusations against Donald Trump, one by one, in detail.

I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics

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I wish we’d gotten along better. I wish it would’ve been a little longer, but it seems 30 years is all it took to break me. We had an immensely exquisite time, didn’t we? I’ll always cherish it from the very bottom of my wicked heart. Adieu villainous world. ~

Writing shitty poetry and posting stupid stuff on tumblr instead of writing her. Look who’s making progress!

Verlassen sind wir doch wie verirrte Kinder im Walde. Wenn Du vor mir stehst und mich ansiehst, was weißt Du von den Schmerzen, die in mir sind und was weiß ich von den Deinen. Und wenn ich mich vor Dir niederwerfen würde und weinen und erzählen, was wüßtest Du von mir mehr als von der Hölle, wenn Dir jemand erzählt, sie ist heiß und fürchterlich. Schon darum sollten wir Menschen vor einander so ehrfürchtig, so nachdenklich, so liebend stehn wie vor dem Eingang zur Hölle

Letter from Franz Kafka to Oskar Pollak

Almost forgot to post about the Subscription Cover i did for Over The Garden Wall # 19 ! Heeho-

The Lovers will drink wine night and day. They will drink until they can tear away the veils of intellect and melt away the layers of shame and modesty. When in Love, body, mind, heart and soul don’t even exist. Become this, fall in Love, and you will not be separated again.

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī