(Source: shrbr)

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It’s tempting, emptiness.

— Vladimir Nabokov, The Original of Laura

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(Source: evolutioneve)

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I am kissing you in countries
that have not been named yet.
I slide between the dips of your navel
and the swoops of your collarbone
to stay dizzy all day long.
We are using each other to avoid growing old.
So I ask you,
be young with me forever.
We can call each others’ wrinkles ‘love lines’
and count them like rungs on a tree
to figure out how many years we’ve
been avoiding dying together.
We can stay in bed until our white hair is
a wispy reminder of who we used to be.
You’ll live forever with your
eyes wide and a child smile because
I’ll never see you any other way.

— Lora Mathis, Forever Young

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(Source: max-overdrive)

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How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other’s bodies, […]
How do they come to the
come to the—-come to the—-God—-come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind, […]
—just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.

— Sharon Olds, The Dead and the Living

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