like hot knife through buttery brain

a tumblr tells a lot.
what images in our head,
who we love/hate,
what we think.
all the words we never said to others.

It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone.

 Marilyn Monroe (via feellng)

I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.

I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.

I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.

—Jeffrey McDaniel, “Letter to the Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back” (via feellng)

(via feellng)