Give me the lover who yanks open the door
of his house and presses me to the wall
in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched
and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload
and begin their delicious diaspora
through the cities and small towns of my body.

To hell with the saints, with the martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.

I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it.

— Kim Addonizio, For Desire (via hellanne)

If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

— John Steinbeck, from a letter to Thom Steinbeck (via hellanne)

Anonymous asked: Have you ever been in love?

hellanne:

This reminded me of a poem by Tishani Doshi that ends with these lines - "what will we call it, when it’s no longer love?" 
I have no definite answer to that question. I have felt very strongly about some people in my life and I have been hurt by the separation. I have told some of them I loved them, and I did love all of them, in a way, but it rarely felt like I was in love. 

I’m self-sufficient. I spend a lot of time on my own and I shut off quite easily. When I communicate, I communicate 900 per cent, then I shut off, which scares people sometimes.

Bjork on ‘Self-Sufficiency’ (via s-stevens)

sometimes you just love someone for as long as you can, up until it makes less sense for you to keep trying than it does for you to stop. you lose each other, and that is the end. there isn’t really anything funny about it.

— katie heaney Never Have I Ever: My Life (So Far) Without a Date

We are living in a time when men, impelled by mediocre and ferocious ideologies, have gotten into the habit of being ashamed of everything — ashamed of themselves, of being happy, of loving or creating.

hellanne:

I don’t want you
as bad as I used to,
but I still don’t want
anyone else.

rooftop
do you remember when we talked from
evening till dawn?

thatkat:

if you have a crush on me, just fuckin tell me

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