The only reason to text you it to sext you
Because I’m bored
And lonely
And horny
And I want you
To let me into your own world
And show me all the beauty
And tell me all the pleasure
Taking Stock...The Things That Matter Most: cafeofthedamned: we conversed for hours, blows ringing as our tongues... →
we conversed for hours, blows ringing as our tongues clashed, yours of silver, mine of iron. the din could be heard for miles. and when you finally bit deep, you learned my blood flowed as mercury, the mere taste making you mad. we fell again to our contest, shaking the earth…
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When I say “I love you,” its not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, and how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what and who you are.
“Love Sonnet XI”, by Pablo Neruda
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I’m a little bit stronger
For a little bit longer
But I still need you
Will you show me the way to your heart
I don’t know how to let go
I don’t know how to win you over
I should’ve known by now
I wish i could write down, these little coloured parables or poems that live for a moment in some cell of my brain, and then leave it to go wandering. I hate writing; the mere act of writing a thing down is troublesome to me. I want some fine medium, and look for it in vain.
Reversed Rainstorm: Seventh grade. On the first day of school our science teacher gave us... →
YES!! <3 reversedrainstorm:
Seventh grade.
On the first day of school our science teacher gave us all an empty tissue box to decorate. She said that whenever we liked something someone did, or something a person said, we could write it on a note card and stick it in their box.I didn’t get any notes for the first two…
together we fell
in an eternal love
and together we must
live and die for it…
when I thought I was Bach..
i wrote you symphonies,
ballads with tender keystrokes
kissing every note
i whispered you sonnets,
murmurs of weakness
and alternate realities
i sang you my couplet
verses laced with beauty
aching to be enveloped
in the cabins you embody
you wrote me heavy metal
screaming and wild mosh pits
there was no way out
you whispered me nightmares
demons and monsters
that shattered my perfect soprano
you sang me your desperation
a longing for something other than me
i loved you more,
than you loved me,
you see
because I loved you enough
to set you free
Reversed Rainstorm: I was sitting on the school bus with my peanut butter sandwich in a... →
I was sitting on the school bus with my peanut butter sandwich in a brown paper bag on my lap. I was looking out the window, watching the snow stick to the ground. There were two stops left before the school.
Johnny was sitting behind me. He kept kicking my seat. I asked him to stop, and he…
He makes me happy in the smallest ways, like how he runs to get coffee and bagels in the morning and how he kisses me goodbye because he won’t have a chance to later in the day and how he asks about my books and shows me what he’s writing and when I lean in he leans in. He smirks at me and tells me ‘you’ve got quite the story, kiddo’.
We both laugh at how we have to coordinate our comings and goings so no one suspects we’re together.Happiness on a Sunday morning.
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