February 2012
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Drowning in Euphoria: Something. →
fawnsparrows:
I rested my head atop yours. I felt your eyelashes flutter against my cheek, and your hand slowly crept up my thigh - sending a wave of shivers across my flushed skin. We laid there, tangled and meshed, with no particular mission in mind to accomplish. It was just quiet, just subtle touches here…
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I haven’t been able to write much lately, although I’ve had plenty of stuff to write about. It’s a bit hard to organize my thoughts, as well as the fact that I’m reluctant to share them with anybody but myself.
I’ve been having an awful lot of dreams about James, which I guess shouldn’t be too weird since we have been spending the weekends together. However...
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http://hitreplay.blogspot.com/ →
This is the link to my old blogspot.
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Creative photography
http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/a-father-who-creatively
“The human heart is made from the only substance in the universe that can become...”
– I Wrote This For You: The Billions Of Pieces (via kari-shma)
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This is why I procrastinate so much I end up doing...
So I’m sitting in the library trying to read an article on modern psychoanalytic thought and this is what keeps going through my head: “The absolute is not the end all to end all, which in of itself, is a tautology, which in of itself is cyclical thinking, by which the etymological meaning of the idiomatic expression in of itself has no inherent meaning in of itself. And the intrinsic...
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You make it so easy to feel like home, even though it’s not our home but yours. I enjoy the quiet of the mornings as we wake up to the sunlight bathing the room. The way you tangle your limbs with mine so I have to pry them apart to run to the bathroom, eager to return to the warm bed and your warmer body. Your skin is so soft under my fingertips but I can feel your muscles dance whenever I...
January 2012
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My heart’s livin off morphine like three times a day. I swallow so much shit now, I got nothing left to say. And Jesus took a bullet for me, but I fill my body up with pain. Was searching for some brighter things, now I only see in gray.
We could go on for days, navigating these bumps and dips and everytime I say a word, I taste salt upon your lips. And everytime I take a step, I remember...
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“I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me...”
– Charles Bukowski (via samftw)
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My Dear
I spoke: I am complex like a centric organism in a cosmos yet to be unfulfilled My dear what is the matter, what is wrong? do tell me why you are angry with me do try so hard not to be petulant and speak your mind if not then why displeased and he told me: my dear, fuck you.
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All those silly articles in all those silly magazines targeted at women always tell you to just be yourself when you like somebody. Well first they say, “10 things to make him fall head over heels!” or “12 Steps to get the guy of your dreams to notice you!”. Almost always one (usually the last step) is be yourself. Now suppose being yourself goes against all the other...
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Drowning in Euphoria: "I think I love you" →
fawnsparrows:
You beckon me with the gentle thrust of your slender fingers, and engulfed in pride, I foolishly ignore your subtle motions. The intriguing shade of your eyes casts a shadow of doubt over me, and I am almost tempted to rethink my casual demeanor. There are no voids gaping in our chests,…
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The certainty sometimes burns in my chest like a hot coal, smoldering smoke crawling up into my nostrils.
I can feel the fire eating me up inside.
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Artist disguised Hunter
An artist disguised as a hunter took his place in the world of man. And although he tried to be fierce, his was quiet strength, like the heat in a boiling cup of tea. His fears led him to believe that his creativity would give him away. For the world of man did not accept the soft scratch of a pen on paper, or the light, loving stroke of a paintbrush. The artist sought to smother the sound of his...
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“I can’t forgive my lack of self control. I can’t resist the...”
– James
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Rune: . →
This is one of the most beautiful things I’ve read in a long time.
elrune:
We both dreamt wildly of the kind of love that never made it out alive. a love that is more of a creature rather than emotion; that grows within the pits of wombs and starts to eat you to your death. The kind of love that cannot fit in the human body but only in the vast extremity of the abstract…
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I haven’t spoken to my little brother in so long what with everything that has happened with the surgery, my being ill and being so far away. I also feel like the last couple times we spoke on the phone he didn’t really want to speak to me. My mom called me today and said that sometimes she sees him crying himself to sleep and that he’s almost always angry and quiet. Growing up...
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5:30 am and I’m awake again. And these thoughts go round and round in my head as I shiver from some somniac regret, in an hour or two I will probably forget. Some dream or sensation has shook me awake, to blankly stare at the ceiling white slate. To count the purr of my stomach and hum of the fan, to contemplate perhaps, the essence of man. I recall no dreams, no mares of the night....
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“Well you can have my Mustang, that’s all I’ve got in my name
But...”
– American Wedding-Frank Ocean
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frankocean:
i just listened to this a few times...
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He said
There’s too much intensity
And too much passion
It’s burning me up in a chemical fashion
I want something simple
I just want a friend
Somebody who’s gentle that I can defend
This new girl’s petite and she’s sweet and she’s graceful
She doesn’t know me and things I’ve done disgraceful
Although she’s so mainstream I like that she’s...
“It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a...”
– James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies (via proustitute)
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Watchpamisley:
Oh…Hello there sexiest motherfucking video ever created. Pleased to watch you.
Simply breathtaking.
No matter how many times that you told me you wanted leave
No matter how many breaths that you took you still couldn’t breathe
No matter how many nights that you’d lie wide awake to the sound of the poison rain
Where did you go Where did you go
Where did you go As...
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Your kisses feel different from his..
She smells like vanilla, cinnamon and apples. And he can taste the sticky, sweet juice of green apples on her lips. It tastes better than any of the sugary, candy-flavored lipglosses she seems fond of wearing—or so he assumes as he’s never gotten to feel her lips until now. Just watched them, transfixed, each time she licked them. Bright and glossy, slick and plump. Her tiny pink...
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electricheartbeat:
I don’t even know why I bother going on facebook anymore. It’s so depressing. I’m bored with everyone in my life. I need to meet new people.
Hey, I’m Victor.. nice to meet you.
LOL. This made me smile.
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Her: Men love the chase, not the girl. I'm only giving him what he wants.
Him: I love the girl. I'm a boy. What guy?
Her: I meant boys love the chase. Men love the girl.
Him: I think it's what YOU want.
Is it?
