cross-connect:

Selected works from Natalya Lobanova.

Posted to Cross-Connect by Mike.

(via noeyelids)

"I was told the average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7. She picks the colors and the cake first.

By the age of 10 she knows time, and location.

By 17 she’s already chosen a gown, 2 bridesmaids and a maid of honor.

By 23 she’s waiting for a man who wont break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”, someone who doesn’t smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely, someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed, someone who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen.

To be honest, I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing, I have no clue what my wedding will look like.

But I imagine the women who pins my last to hers will butterfly down the aisle like a 5 foot promise.

I imagine her smile will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps, and know exactly where our wedding is being held.

The woman that I plan to marry will have champagne in her walk, and I will get drunk on her footsteps.

When the pastor asks if I take this woman to be my wife, I will say yes before he finishes the sentence. I’ll apologize later for being impolite but I will also explain him that our first kiss happened 6 years ago and I’ve been practicing my “Yes” for past 2, 165 days.

When people ask me about my wedding I never really know what to say, but when they ask me about my future wife I always tell them her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I say she thinks too much, misses her father, loves to laugh, and she’s terrible at lying because her face never figured out how to do it correctly.

I tell them if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them if she came in a bottle I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. If she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her cover-to-cover, hoping to find typos, just so we can both have a few things to work on.

Because aren’t we all unfinished? Don’t we all need a little editing Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone? Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense? She don’t always make sense, but her imperfections are the things I love about her the most.

I don’t know when I will be married. I don’t know where I will be married but I do know this, whenever I’m asked about my future wife— I always say: …She’s a lot like you."

Rudy Francisco (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: katcossio, via creatingaquietmind)

"Here is the truth: It is hard to be in love 
with someone who is in love someone else. 
I don’t know how to turn that into poetry."

Clementine von Radics, from Untitled (via despinavass)

From As Often As Miracles, available here through Where Are You Press

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niggawitdreadz:

toohot-tohoot:

niggawitdreadz:

How to spoon:

  • Dick hard on the butt
  • Titty in my hand
  • Kiss ya neck
  • Hell yeah
What

HOW TO SPOON

  • DICK HARD ON THE BUTT
  • TITTY IN MY HAND
  • KISS YA NECK
  • H E L L Y E A H

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thisparadiseishell:

RADICAL

thisparadiseishell:

RADICAL

(Source: babygoatsandfriends, via sassitude)

"Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away. Fuck them all."

E.B., Self advice (via young-wanderer)

(Source: loveless-people, via theseoverusedwords)

warpedtoursmoshpit:

cool-aicl:

The Front Bottoms - Twin Sized Mattress

fuck

warpedtoursmoshpit:

cool-aicl:

The Front Bottoms - Twin Sized Mattress

fuck

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"

There is this odd trend
of taken women
saying they are too much,
and how the men they love
are amazing for dealing with them.

Love should not be a responsibility.
You should not have to deal with me.
Just because a woman is wild
and free
does not mean she is difficult.
He is not a martyr for loving me
through the good
and not so good.

Some mornings I will wake up swinging,
you do not get a gold star
for still loving me.

Some mornings I will wake up like a lamb,
you do not get a gold star
for loving me.

I am not a hurricane of a girl,
you always have the chance to leave.

"

Michelle K., Hurricanes. (via michellekpoems)

(via theseoverusedwords)

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