“ I am not a harbour for promises you cannot keep.
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“ We are collapsible entities. At any given moment our very energy could shift into a plausible non-existent universe- and I haven’t even caught up with my own present self.
“ Prime Minister, you are welcome to take your heartless, racist exploitation of people’s fears, and ram it as far from Western Australia as your tax-payer funded travel entitlements can take you.

君じゃないなら
意味は無いのさ

If it isn’t you,
then what’s the point?

(Source: geo-wee, via thingsicantsayyet)

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“ The biggest mistake one can make, is losing yourself in the process of valuing someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
“ You told me no one wants to listen to poetry anymore and I said that it wasn’t poetry, but the truth that came spilling out of my mouth every time you touched me. Last night I ate 100 poems and the ink became my blood and for once I felt like art and not something you kept by your side just to prove that you could. The last conversation we had was one without words and by God, I’ve brushed my teeth 1000 times since then and I can still taste you inside my cheek. Can someone please tell me why my favourite book smells like you, when you only ever visited long enough to leave an imprint in my bed? Your best friend told me you have a girlfriend and I never thought we were soul mates- I just wish I had never been naked in front of you and I’m pretty sure you told me you love me but I’m starting to realise you’re just addicted to the taste. For the last time- this is art and if I had to paint your face I’d make your eyes as dark as your soul. (s.k)