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i can't fit the feelings in
Hi my name is Lorne and this is my piece of internet space. I'm 21 years old and identify as queer. Here you'll find music, art, photographs and writing, with some NSFW content. If you'd like to talk or say hello, my inbox is always open.
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"

I like quiet love.
The kind that speaks
In murmers and mumbles
Over the breakfast table.

The kind that skitters across the floor
To kiss you before they go;
The kind that lets you know
They will come back.

Love like that
Leaves the porch light on.
It reads to you aloud
When you are sick.

It is the mirrored face
Which hangs beyond the door frame
To remind you that things will be fine;
The face that never rearranges
It’s shape when it isnt.

Quiet love keeps me grounded
Without being heavy.
But when quiet love lets go of you,
You can never feel it leaving.

It does not peel itself away like paint
Chipping after too much sun—
You realize the subtleties
After it is already gone.

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— Lorne Ryan, Subtleties (via defense-mechanisms)
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26 July
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nhlleafs:

Hamilton man takes parting shot at Maple Leafs in the last line of obituary. http://

Can u blame him though?

nhlleafs:

Hamilton man takes parting shot at Maple Leafs in the last line of obituary.

Can u blame him though?

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An open door that shouts “Home”
Across the threshold.
An open door that invites you in.

People whose hearts beat
On the frequency of my own:
Slow and persistent to live,
Because parts of us have died
Solely to see that our feet would
Stand in this position.

Home as I know it;
open arms cradling
The afterthought
That this could ever be
A stranger’s dwelling.

A convergence.
A convergence of the place
Where two points seem to meet
But never do—

A mirage in the distance
Where it looks as if the ground
Is floating above itself. You,

You with pupils dilated
With the abundance of this home;
with the calloused hands
Which built up these four walls.

To know that this is yours:
This family, it’s yours.
This ground holds the scent
Of the lovers you never told
You wanted to grow old with.

Frame the memory
And hang it just above the entrance.
When your feet pace the perimeter,
Please remember me.

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— Lorne Ryan, Home (via defense-mechanisms)
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05 June
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lunariums:

thegirlwithcaramelskin:

graveyardhottie:

she did it first

But Rihanna did it better… So miss me.


actually she didn’t because look at that booty

lunariums:

thegirlwithcaramelskin:

graveyardhottie:

she did it first

But Rihanna did it better… So miss me.

actually she didn’t because look at that booty

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