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“We are only here briefly and in this moment I want to allow myself joy.”
Her (2013) dir. Spike Jonze


We are only here briefly and in this moment I want to allow myself joy.”

Her (2013) dir. Spike Jonze

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forcing people to listen to my music when I’m driving


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Satisfying things

being a human is so weird

I audibly sighed in contentment.


what genius put this together?

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1 Nephi 17:13

"And I will also be your light in the wilderness;

and I will prepare the way before you, if it so be that ye shall keep my commandments; wherefore, inasmuch as he shall keep my commandments ye shall be led towards the promised land; and ye shall know that it is by me they ye are led.”

☄☽ ☆


It’s not that i was alone today, i don’t mind being alone, I actually like it. It’s just that i felt way lonely. There’s a difference.


nobody tells you how sharp love is,
how it feels like a chord snapping and curling up
on the e-string of a violin,
how it means walking on the eggshells you
just used to make your favourite dessert,
and waking up gasping for air every morning with
that pain underneath your rib cage thinking,
this is it, this is the end

nobody tells you how hard love is,
all cracking bones and pounding skulls and
espresso shots and crooked fingernails and
knocking on each other’s walls with bloodied fists,
trying to break them down, but really asking gently
let me in, let me in, let me in,
i would belong here if you let me, let me in

nobody tells you how tough love is,
like sandpaper scrubbed across the back of your
eyelids as you struggle to stay up just to keep
talking to them,
like sore muscles and stiff jaws from having
to restrain yourself from grabbing them by the
shoulders and shaking them while you scream,
can’t you see i would do anything for you,
can’t you see i don’t want to live without you

nobody tells you how bright love is,
like staring into the sun even though you risk
going blind and your eyes are watering and burning
but you can’t stop because it makes art underneath
your eyelids, like your screen turned up all the
way in the middle of the night, like the hot
blue burst of a flame or a firework as you realize,
maybe this is for real this time,
maybe this is the best day of my life

nobody tells you how love is,
because it feels like cool hardwood floors
on the soles of your feet on a hot summer morning
and it feels like morning breath that actually
smells good and it feels like turning on
the radio to your favourite part in the only
okay song that plays seven times a day,
and it feels like throwing out all your papers
on the last day of school and it feels like
relief, relief, relief

but nobody told me how love was,
all go, go, go and don’t look behind you,
and pretend your past was never your past
because i saw people as pools
too blistering hot to dip your toes into,
i saw people as palms
constantly reaching to lay themselves on you,
and i woke up alone and the pillow next to me
had forgotten the imprint autograph
of your head and i touched my
burning lips and i thought,
this is it, this is the end


And this is it by k.p.k

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