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"this reminded me of you" okay and you remind me of my future spouse, let's get married

when u read a book that hits so different before bed and then turn off ur light n stare into space going ??how??? will??? i go on??? with?? my life??

Does anyone need someone to read the first chapter of their WIP/ book and receive honest feedback?

And I'm sick of kissing you in my head, when can it be real instead?

k.b. // avery lynch - all i need

@better-name-for-rp-blog

“huh…so this is the place eh?” spoke a tall stranger. his charcoal black eyes stared to the game shop in front of him. his long wiry black hair blew in the wind as he heaved a sigh “well, i guess lets take a look see” he grinned, his sharped tooth grin glistening in the sun. placing his hands in his pockets of his tight leather pants, he walked inside the shop looking around. it was quaint but interesting. 

not really praying

talking to god in vowels but its too soft to make a difference

most prayers are shaped as consonants sharp-edged, crowded or out of place

I’m not really praying though, more like hoping ( I don’t like to throw things at intangible notions )

innocent wishes fluttering in the air, soft ducklings swimming in a deep black lake

most of these will be blown away or drowned

for the rest of them I provide my own securities

Health & Safety & Juliet’s Balcony

Don’t keep opening that door or the sunlight will get me, grip me, force me warm through

like your hands do like the whispered suggestions you put to me when I’m edging closer to dawn.

Don’t keep leaving perfect blossoms on my pillow, their imminent demise leaves stains, my love,

and I think the secret is

we’re not changing the ending from here no matter how sultry your promises

this will hurt sooner or later it will hurt

more with these crumpled sheets cradling your body right inside daytime,

more with that door wide open to falling brightness, falling yearning, falling cautions abandoned

on white-painted floorboards, in the folds of your dropped clothes, under your tongue,

in the breeze slipping past these blazing sunrays.

Redress

Dug out that dress--you know the one

I wore when we met, all eyeleted sunflowers

Swore I looked approachably sweet

Yet had your heart racing uncontrollably

Je ne sais quoi to buck the quotidian

An enchanting chance encounter

If only you unearthed the woman beneath

Took a dip beyond the shallow end

Peered past the Sunday-in-bed appeal

So I slip it on for me now, a better fit

More oomph than you'd know what to do with

“We’ll survive, you and I.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Oh, darling….You will be good to me, won’t you?…You will, won’t you?…Because we’re going to have a strange life.”

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms  

“At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.”

— Toni Morrison, Tar Baby

“Some writers research in order to write. I write in order to research topics that interest me.”

— Chuck Palahniuk

He calls for me and

I disperse into butterflies

I yearn for him

He turns to sunshine.............

*the man who taught me love, taught me pain*

everytimeyousaygoodbye ©

borrowed time

I’m walking up against the wind, this is indeed my borrowed time

the cuffs, the lattice the burning furnace the thorny glade the wired wall

magnitude of malevolence, one tired hand upon another cutting into this air slithering through inadvertently

egress, the high transom window and sight of sunshine

…

I’m walking with the wind now, this is no longer borrowed time

the hatchery the abundant cloud the river, the highway the umbilical love

relevance of release into the transformation, the perpetual firelight the significant ease the expanding awareness

all flight, free as feathers

I fell asleep and into your arms

Lying there luxuriating in bed

In each other; raptly willing to watch those eyes

--More than anything any app could stream--

Surface rippling rivetingly

Intimating all that teems beneath

Yet somehow riveted on me

Heart-racing soul-stirring

Embracing as the flame burns hotter

Stroking innocently until the intent

Gains in momentum, in urgency

Only we're not alone, witnesses surround

So we furtively glance around tickling

Ears with our murmurings

Plotting to sneak away...our stares

And sighs asking, why wait?

They matter too but not as much

As we do, as our untamable

Urges do, at this moment

If this be no more than a one-time

Wonderful dream detour

Another almost--but a bittersweet

Tantalizing taste

Would it be better preserved

That way or a crying shame waste?

Will I ever even have a say

When awake?

Complicata

Part of the conundrum When understanding you There’s never enough time Only bare words and ash

wpm

Fresh start bitter end

It sinks in your eyes’ blue (life, lust, love) like a skimming stone having lost all momentum,

and drowns there, where I have again and again. But it is only the end

for a moment. Stillness may hold your moon- spirit in its orbit but gravity wanes and

your trajectory is as yet unknown. Where will you go

then?: When the beginning takes you? Where will you fly (and if not fly, walk; and if not walk, swim)?

Do we win the battle when there are no fears left to face? Or is it won through exploration and through acceptance: that

there will be one thing and then another and then another

like the haunting of an ancient burial ground from now until forever.

Approach

I am cool as tilled earth but this humming in my veins - drone of summer bees before spring even starts flit of tiny birds all down my nerve endings in haze-light

here you are already beginning to blossom but the watching for your waking makes you footfalls on warm sand - right before snow falls - tracks before your arrival

where I would not steal you away would not haunt you wanting I dream of low voices curtains in a gentle billow over the bed your fingers along my nape

there are miniature leaf-buds on the trees it is water-cold and yet stolen summer hums in my hands slipping into yours knowing them for harbingers of spring

Vincent Giarrano on Instagram

Red satin draped over porcelain skin

She is smoking his cigarettes

Just to taste his lips

Baking his favorite cherry pie

Spraying on his cologne

Waiting so patiently

For him to come home

...

(he never came home)

༄ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐤

I will take as much space I want, if it bothers you then you can change.

“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and all your one million layers. Always hold that close.”

— Danielle Doby (via thoughtkick)

Madarchodddd sala

““If your success is not on your own terms, if it looks good to the world but does not feel good in your heart, it is not success at all.” - Anna Quindlen”

—

“You will never have to question my loyalty.”

— Unknown

i don’t WANT to live in a society i want to live in a bookstore cafe

“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”

— Sun Tzu, The Art of War