ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

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- Reblog this post.

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kiki’s delivery service • jiji (requested by anon)

do waitresses know that i love them and appreciate everything they do

“I would embrace you I embrace your absence I would kiss you I kiss your voice I hear the laughter of distances My lips have torn my face From my parched hands Shining appear to me I want to see you And I close my eyes[…] Where are you…”

— Vasko Popa, from ‘Far Within Us’, Collected Poems, 1943-1976 (trans. Anne Pennington)

“It was June and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”

— Maud Hart Lovelace (via pagewoman)

Oh dear

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13. maybe if u love it u should b the one 2 say it

i get quick when it’s for u. some star with a black-lashed tail, a comet wracked uncalmed and trailing. i’ve got my hands on a pulse, and ur thick in the end of it. i whine and it reminds u of ur running-off places. but sometimes we pause within inches: turn our jaws to the light, and then flinch when it pinches. and i can be the slight one, scrambling and smitten, thinking of u in another life somewhere, shivering at the split slow dancers. u can be fed up with me in flecks, as long as you stay understanding. and maybe i shouldn’t void over so much: after all, i’m a creature of habit. i long to be touched, to be tethered. but we fluff it up, and we laugh, and it’s tender. it’s fine when we falter. this feels like forever.

NAPOWRIMO 2019 DAY 13 

oh to be a bear and sit in front of a beautiful location for many hours without moving

You don’t always need to talk…or speak…like its good to shut the fuck up sometimes…i love not talking

Just in case you were feeling discouraged.

I just learned how to make emojis guys watch out for this cowboy

i wish i was one of those perfumed 16th century venetian boys with the shirts opened at the chest that incited lust with my luxurious and venereal behaviour

having love in your heart will literally save you from the otherwise cataclysmic experience of being a human being

the first night we met you turned your body into a valentine, traced your instep up my achilles heel like you were saying a four-letter word, smiled like you were getting off scott free, licked your fingers like they were already sticky from sticking them into somebody else’s pie:

i wanted to be your strawberry rhubarb, your vodka lemonade, i wanted to be the sweetness and the kick, i wanted you to give it to me like a kick in the teeth, to bruise andromeda onto my hips and make me into a star chart with the force of your desire, to love me like a werewolf loves the full moon. to love me like a girl loves a girl - because i think i recognized some of my teeth in your smile. too many boys have thought they could fuck me into a better person. thought they could fuck the kissing girls out of me, fuck the fuck you out of me. and girls like you and me, baby, they don’t know what these teeth are for.

i thought, that’s the kind of girl i could love for the rest of my life - because honestly, when you smiled like that, i wasn’t sure either of us would make it out alive. those shark teeth, like the last thing you see before you get eaten right up.

i called you angel and what i meant was - you were terrifying. i meant you had a face like a lion and you could hold me in your hands like i was a flaming sword. what i meant was you were rolling over me like wheels of fire, what i meant was you were coming down on me like a hail of fire, what i meant was you were awful - in the traditional sense. i meant you filled me with awe, i meant my heart was thump-thumping its rabbit feet whenever you got close to me, i meant i wanted you to get close to me. - s.s., stronghold ii

a weird poem I wrote by the window