February 2011
122 posts
if you like my poems let them
if you like my poems let them walk in the evening,a little behind you then people will say “Along this road i saw a princess pass on her way to meet her lover(it was toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants.
e.e. cummings
Poor Creatures
What it takes on this planet, to make love to each other in peace. Everyone pries under your sheets, everyone interferes with your loving. They say terrible things about a man and a woman, who after much milling about, all sorts of compunctions, do something unique, they both lie with each other in one bed. I ask myself whether frogs are so furtive, or sneeze as they please. Whether...
“only in the mystic union of opposites could the cosmos be comprehended”
– pythagoras (via arteatslove)
January 2011
76 posts
Anonymous asked: Obsessed with hearts, ay?!
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“Talk slowly, think quickly.”
“All this time how could you not know…”
– Taylor was on to something
Gemini Horoscope [Jan. 31, 2011] : Love &...
Can you accept yourself without judgment? When you’re able to do that for yourself, you can also do that for your beloved. What could be more welcoming and nourishing than truly unconditional love?
The Poet's Space: & We loved with a love that was... →
thepoetsspace:
dark shades of black magic woman,
could you be convinced to see me through the
grey haze of a past that ran it’s course?
pressed like warm pieces of perfection to
mastered pieces,
this master piece i’d paint like so,
like
fleeting signs of sighs splashed upon your face,
i’d…
kieshkeish-deactivated20110523 asked: i LOVE your blog xx
Sonnet XCV
Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us look for the ancient ashes of hearts that burned, and let our kisses touch there, one by one, till the flower, disembodied, rises again. Let us love that Desire that consumed its own fruit and went down, aspect and power, into the earth: We are its continuing light, its indestructible, fragile seed
—Pablo Neruda
Confession #1
“I just want you around…”
You can pick the lovers out early
elsilvero:
I bet you were the kind of kid who dug
for the perfect skipping rock,
flat like a pressed dandelion.
Your friends plunked clunkers in the pond.
Yours galloped for aquatic miles.
My hands were filthy too.
It was always worth it.
Reblog if you live here!
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sintactics:
This is the only place that matters aha ;)
OMG I DO but i wanna leave… so bad.
Damn, I didn’t know this many people on tumblr lived here.
Me either!
Holla!!
Damn 21,000 people? Hot Boston ladies anywhere? (:
There's nothing I fucking hate more than wasting...
THIS!!!!
Watchloveisthicker:
“Maybe love is insanity”
Love me like “words can’t explain.”
“That old me is left behind…”
– L. Hill
monochromaticblack asked: RE: I died @ you “selfish blow pop girl”… On another note I think you’re really pretty!
Lol thanks I appreciate that! And she was selfish.. I was just standing there with a "Oh no she dee-ent" look. Baffled. Completely baffled.
Lol thanks I appreciate that! And she was selfish.. I was just standing there with a "Oh no she dee-ent" look. Baffled. Completely baffled.
I want you soooo bad.
It’s driving me mad…
Clenched Soul
We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand. I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know. Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why...
soulflwr:
She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately—a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us an we in each other’s arm oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks—a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I...
heartlessromantics:
Brought by The Moerae
For when moons aren’t full and hope runs weak, she is all I need belief in.
“How did you get out of my dreams?”
