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kiss me hard before you go




That Lingering Summer

wolves-xiii:

INTRODUCTION.

If you’re in a hurry—don’t. This is long, kind of. At the end, you won’t be satisfied. It’s incomplete, but deliberate. And for Мишель. Indeed, these first few chapters are dedicated to her. Like I said, if you are looking for something light, or simple, then as far as “tumblr writing” goes, this is not.

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"She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while."


"We read in bed because reading is halfway between life and dreaming, our own consciousness in someone else’s mind."


"When I say that I miss you, I mean something more.
I mean I’ve been biding my time til you kiss me again.
I keep poems like secrets, then tell them when I’m tired of hiding who I am.
I am missing you most in the silence between songs on my favourite records.
Sometimes it takes so long for the music to start.
Is there a shoreline where the seaweed holds the rocks so tight they soften into sand?
Is it too late to say that’s how my heart feels in your hands,
like you could sift it through an hourglass, and pass it off as time?
Never stood still and neither did I. But I will. If you let me.
In your arms, I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters.
I forget how to hold myself together, so if I unfold now, like a love letter,
tell me you’ll write back soon. Tell me you’ll still come untethered.
I saw the moon last night for the first time in months.
She reminded me of you, slouching stubborn in the light.
I’d fight battles against the sun to rest against you tonight, to feel your breath on my pillow."