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Film & poetry: Jean Seberg in Breathless (1960) / Adrienne Rich, from "Implosions"

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New book Love & Misadventure now available online from Amazon + Barnes & Nobleand major bookstores including Barnes & Noble, Kinokuniya, Fully Booked, Periplus, Waterstones, Indigo/Chapters + more. 

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I want to be loved unconditionally, and unconditional love is not something that requires to be pled for.

unconditional love does not require angst, or reasoning, or hopeless begging.

if there is any doubt it is not unconditional.

and I am better than to plead mercilessly to be the first thing on your mind because I know that if I was then it wouldn’t require any thought at all.

and you know that just as well as I.

—hailey m. barton (via hailslol)

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No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough —Clementine Von Radics (via vomitbrat)

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purehfied:

neck kissing is honestly the hottest, most seductive thing anybody could ever do to me. if you kiss my neck, if you playfully bite my neck, if your tongue touches my neck i will melt in your fingertips.

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Last night I dreamt that I broke all your teeth
with my bare knuckles,
left your liar’s mouth bleeding and raw.
I tore that smile off your face,
I stuffed it down your throat.
Your love was like a dust bowl, dry cracked dirt
staining beige over my bones,
kissing hard ground and scorched throat,
kissing sunburnt skin.
I told the priest to soak my body in holy water,
to exorcise you with Latin chants and incense smoke.
I told the healer fix me, get him out of my skin.
I told the doctor I would swallow all the pills if it meant
that I could learn to breathe again,
could taste the air without your mouth on mine.
I told the poet, write me better.
Write me happy.
Write me whole again.
—All These Words Still Taste Like You | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

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My heart hurts for no reason at all

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