January 2010
December 2009
it doesn’t get any more real than this, sitting in your bedroom on the grey matted carpet listening to your song. we’re going on in this existential ecstacy where nothing nothing nothing matters and that’s just how we like it.
13873.) I want you. I want you in between my legs...
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merry christmahannakwanzayulica
i don’t know where the “ica” comes from.
whatever.
:)
we love everything:
the smell of fresh-cut rosemary, smoking weed in the morning, helping strangers, the way the wind blows on grass in the spring and bring a moment of relief in the summer, the first snow of the year, christmas lights and fairy tales, sitting around a fire, watching old movies, and sharing a blanket with someone we love.
but to be in love…
we love our grandparents and...
“How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my...”
– William Butler Yeats
“I think there must be something wrong with me, Linus. Christmas is coming but...”
– Charlie Brown (Peanuts) (via whokilled) (via suzywire)
i understand, charlie brown. i don’t like christmas much either.
lets run out and write things on some walls secret hieroglyphics for our kids to solve paint our bodies with a rosy hue, a blush in the night time for some words never told
i love it when you touch me there can you please do it all the time? your words they sing right through my soul and the fairies they drink that sour milk like baby faints and laughing hearts
is it ever the same lighting...
would a dreamcatcher snare my beautiful dreams too? the ones of love and flying where the sun is just so… or the ones where things don’t look so nice at first but then something happens— you move a little closer or grab my hand or turn into a little bird and fly far far away. would it keep those sweet dreams too, just because they leave a little pain?
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