Dys-

This is not for you.
Enfp. Bpd

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

—All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via catchinggfinnick)

(Source: clementinevonradics, via lavitaebela)

I now know what I want: I want to remain standing still in the sea.

Clarice Lispector, from An Apprenticeship (University of Texas Press, 1986)

(Source: apoetreflects)