forgetting once and for all

Dandelion seeds tickle my fleshlike your kissesand such like your kissesonly appear for a few months...

Wed, 22 May 2013 23:25:28 -0400

Dandelion seeds tickle my flesh
like your kisses
and such like your kisses
only appear for a few months a year
disappearing,
replaced with something else.
Personally,
I love the appearance of dandelions
on a lawn,
it gives it color
and a country beauty
that you also possessed.
What would be even more beautiful,
is the sun rising through the eastern window
waking us in the middle of winter,
burdened by the cold
yet comforted by the other’s warmth.
But you only bloom once a year,
and after I make my wish you are gone.
What if I wished for you to stay?
Would that wish ever come true?

At the sight of you, all moisture from my mouth evaporates and my tongue swells in terror. My mind...

Wed, 22 May 2013 23:17:54 -0400

At the sight of you, all moisture from my mouth evaporates and my tongue swells in terror. My mind implodes like a sinking ship, melting in upon itself into confusion and wonder. So many fish swim by clouded with thoughts, and yet none grabs hold of the hook to reel onto my deck of a mouth, nothing feeds my cotton mouth addiction to talk to you, no matter how many fish I spit up or how many cabins I devour with water.
So you continue to walk by, while I am paused, meandering through the halls dazed as I load into a life boat and wait for the bengal tiger to devour me because I can feel the embarrassment like malaria blushing my cheeks, turning my eyes yellow, and killing me from the inside out.

You reverberate within me, reeling me into a delirium, an LSD incited high where everything turns...

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:36:01 -0400

You reverberate within me, reeling me into a delirium, an LSD incited high where everything turns the color of your eyes or disappears. The hue seems to weep through my irises, saturate my frontal lobe and bludgeon my mind into senseless flesh. I wander around, depth perception annihilated, because when I began to fall for you, I didn’t realize how deep this abyss really was. Sober, I would never have allowed myself to. But in the stupor of your eyes, I was defenseless against any attack, especially from your front.

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Wed, 22 May 2013 21:48:21 -0400

"In understanding other people’s faults or writing about them in a loving way, you kind of forgive..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 20:36:22 -0400

“In understanding other people’s faults or writing about them in a loving way, you kind of forgive yourself too. You forgive your own, and realize we’re all a little broken. We’re all a little twisted. We’re all a little less than we could be or want to be. On the one hand, that’s making them feel better, but there’s also some selfishness to it of forgiving yourself and accepting yourself through your empathy for them.”

- Conor Oberst (via chapelofthechimes)

"Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they need to run free until they find someone just..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 19:24:21 -0400

“Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with…”

- Carrie Bradshaw (via whatwouldcarriesay)

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Wed, 22 May 2013 18:12:23 -0400

The tracings of your tongue leave impressions on my mind and my tongue and without realizing it I...

Wed, 22 May 2013 17:00:19 -0400

The tracings of your tongue leave impressions on my mind and my tongue and without realizing it I long for you to impress me more. My muscles long to practice it, perfect it in my body, make myself angelic in our actions, to be your angel.
I dream about it, the radiance of it all, the perfection that we could be, the light that rebounds from my face after we are together. We were heaven and hell. Light and purity with the fiery intensity of passion and sin that we secrete in longing and blazing devotion.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 21:48:32 -0400

Your eyes like black holes suck me in, devastate me and spit me back up on the other side, disgusted...

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:56:22 -0400

Your eyes like black holes suck me in, devastate me and spit me back up on the other side, disgusted by my taste and emptiness.
Who wants a piece of a hollow girl?
And yet you keep coming back, meeting my gaze in wonder, as if you suspect something beneath the nothing facade. What else would their be?
A shrine is all I keep in my heart, guarded by trials and listless men. A shrine for all things past, things let go and things ripped from the seams of my hands, taking pieces of flesh with them.
So there is something down there, and no matter how many times you spit me back up, I will not reveal the password. That has to be earned, but honestly each time you meet my eyes my knees go weak and I fight the urge to walk right into your arms, whisper the passcode in your ear and let you into my shrine to bring flowers and clear away the dust.

I pictured it, so clear and crisp like the ruby red ‘F’ at the top of my english paper....

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:45:02 -0400

I pictured it, so clear and crisp like the ruby red ‘F’ at the top of my english paper. But honestly, how could I write an adequate essay when you are sitting only a few seats over? Distracting with just your presence and laid back style. Stoic and nonchalant.
I saw it, the way you held my hand and kissed me passionately, exploring the texture of my mouth and the taste of my skin under your lips. I throbbed against you, my heart beating out of my chest and in every capillary of my skin, seeking you, cold to the core at the thought of your absence.
You brushed the back of your hand smoothly against my cheek, eyes meeting mine, dark and intense and alluring, animalistic like you were getting what you finally wanted, and I was letting you have me, all of me. Your touch was lightening against my skin, igniting my nerves and I just wanted that hand to explore every segment of my body as your tongue had foreshadowed the longing to.
I leaned into you, and your arms wrapped around my waist, around the waistband of my low-rise jeans. Hands light, tight, and affirming. It wasn’t just you and I any more, it was we, at least for this breath of time.
You searched every inch of me, thinking I could be a terrorist on the journey to your heart and your airline just couldn’t have that, too dangerous, too many accidents before.
But I guess that maybe next time I could invite you over to help me with my essay, and my vision, my longing might come to fruition.

"Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:36:36 -0400

“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.”

- Edgar Allan Poe (via eroticasa)

gospeldamsel: unfamiliararchetype: The original story of the...

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:24:33 -0400

gospeldamsel:

unfamiliararchetype:

The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.

The artwork is too great not to reblog.

why was that….

lettersto-savemyself: Midnight Honesty (66/365)

Tue, 21 May 2013 18:12:31 -0400

lettersto-savemyself:

Midnight Honesty (66/365)

"Take me to the woods, we shall wander as eternal spirits over our eternal lands…"

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:48:19 -0400

“Take me to the woods, we shall wander as eternal spirits over our eternal lands…”

- Wioletta B. (via nadjathepassenger)

"You haven’t healed, I can tell from how cruel you are."

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:36:18 -0400

“You haven’t healed, I can tell from how cruel you are.”

- (via natashakills)

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Mon, 20 May 2013 19:24:19 -0400

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Mon, 20 May 2013 18:12:24 -0400

1000drawings: Marion Bolognesi

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:48:30 -0400

1000drawings:

Marion Bolognesi

1000drawings: Gaze by indi1288

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:36:32 -0400

1000drawings:

Gaze by indi1288