Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

—George R.R. Martin (via shay0netta)

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meanplastic:

WHO - IS - SHE ?

this was so much better than what I expected from 3 seconds

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Photo: Ryota Mori

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In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

—Jeffrey MCdaniel - fav poem (via vodkakilledtheteens)