share with me,
your essence
so that i can
lasso a new sky
or drop me from
life, six mountains
away so that I may
start over, a path
less perilous.
(Source: bodasdesangre)
a tiny glimpse.
I haven’t a reason
to feel content
when the skin
of stagnant milk
brings forth
memories of regret.
where are the hours
when I did not feel as sour,
and the orchises grew
from the fingers of midnight,
and the morning’s dew
brought tears to my eyes.
(Source: bodasdesangre)
aquarius.
“Slut” is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “yes”. “Friendzone” is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “no”.”
(Source: angels-and-angles, via andeventhis)
predictedemise.
in the end, after all is said and done,
too much will have been said
and not nearly enough done.
“the downpour had finally turned to flurries; a collective wish came true too late, days after the bitter white Christmas we always seem to dream of. it reminds me of the way we’ve traded loving each other off and on for so long. like fresh falling snow on rain-soaked ground, i fear it will never stick.”
written:dec27.
completely forgotten about and rediscovered today.
dethrone what you think you know.
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it seems that all my bridges have been burned,
but you say that’s exactly how this grace thing works.
it’s not the long walk home that will change this heart,
but the welcome i receive with the restart
(Source: thosewerethetimes)
“before we go a step further, you should know that i demand great. good will never be enough. good tides people over until they either pick themselves up and go in search of what is great, or they perish in the vain hope that good will ever be anything more but a blush better than mediocre.”
this is not a threat. it is a disclaimer.
