dear tumblr, Nottingham




FIAC 2012, Paris


Cerith Wyn Evans – ‘And if I don’t meet you no more in this world Then I’ll, I’ll meet you in the next one And don’t be late, don’t be late’, 2012.


FIAC 2012, Paris

Cerith Wyn Evans – ‘And if I don’t meet you no more in this world Then I’ll, I’ll meet you in the next one And don’t be late, don’t be late’, 2012.

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Nottingham, I Miss You.

I Miss You Too, Salami.

You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
Warsan Shire, “For Women Who Are Difficult to Love,”  (via sotla)

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I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.
Haruki Murakami  (via anditslove)

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An Acquired
Taste;
Coming Onboard?