“ It is all loneliness, the way you live.
You get up and make the bed like you are trying
to prove a point. You make coffee that is never
quite right and never finish it. This is the third day
you’ve worn this shirt. Eventually, you will paint
your nails again, wash the grease from your hair.
Once you have someone besides your own reflection
You spend more hours not writing poems about him
than you do dancing. You go to parties where you know
you will only stay an hour. Lean quietly against the wall,
watching people with enviably easy laughter.
Your smile is a cracked boat in a flooded river. Close,
but still useless. You do not talk to strangers, just sit there
like a begging dog beside the dinner table,
with eyes that say “Please, come, be my friend.
I am a coward, but I’m hungry. ”
“ My mom taught me one thing: You don’t always have to tell people you love them. You just have to give them no reason to doubt it. ”
irishjulienne’s, saying i love you is not a habit (via wank-r)
“ Do I love you? Do I lust for you? Am I a sinner because I do the two? ”
A Tribe Called Quest (via piink-sugar)
Snejana Onopka photographed by Mariano Vivanco for Numero Korea, December 2009.