February 2012
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nothim
and it pleases me to realize that the moment before i fall asleep, you are floating beneath my eyelids. it pleases me to realize that since our meeting it has been you, and not him.
waking
here i am in my sober light with you. here we are drenched in nothing but real. this is waking up without a hangover, this is waking up without shame. this is waking up to the feeling i have been waiting for. this is me finally waking up to you.
goodvibrations
and my energy was trembling through the core of me, trying to hold back the nervousness that usually floods through me in the form of tears. my emotion is too strong at times, i’ve said it before, ‘i feel too much’. and when their words came through the phone, i knew my intuition was right, my feet have travelled in the direction of him for a reason. his good is good and the bad...
Anonymous asked: what do you think about as you try to fall asleep?
interlaced
interlaced between your limbs i fell into a feeling that disappeared years ago.
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Journalist: Would you rather make love or make poems? Or is it the same thing?
Leonard Cohen: That depends on the girl.
flocktomine
pairs of passing by eyes flock to mine. fleeting seconds until the translucent moment follows them.
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forevernevermine
and he strikes the chord almost daily. that brutal vibrating tune that destroys the frequency of my smile. it’s followed up by a tug of the chain, wrapped loosely around my neck. effortlessly, bringing me back into his jaded company.
unattainable. unsustainable. unexplainable. this boy is forever never mine.
January 2012
51 posts
Watchethaney:
can i just.
lonelytapping
those tiny but monumental moments that fill you with urge to have someone to hold. to hold you. it’s just one of those days. one of those rainy, lonely tapping at your window days.
“If you want a happy ending, it depends on where you stop the story.”
– Neal Caffrey, White Collar (3.11 Checkmate)
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