(via revolutionariess)
Too Many Words
writing and fanfiction blog. nsfw is tagged. warning: i treat this blog like a diary in poetry pm all the time
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2013-05-20
Source : metrodorus
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2013-05-19
and yet not enough, inertia boy
we talk too much about too many things
too involved in each other.
we walk together, now, and people have
started staring and somebody told me
that we look like an old married couple
yelling and fighting and smiling, smiling
like we’re about to run out of time after
all the time in the world is pastand yet for all those impressions
for the height of my smile, the curl
of your lashes in the soft spring sun
the smell of your shirt i’m still standing
my mouth brimming, love spilling out
the corners of my lips dribbling into
the yellow yellow so yellow blur of the
drenched street and the heat-trembling
impossible interval of space and time
between us remains, remains, and for all
we talk i cannot break it into pieces even
with my finest plans, my coolest words -
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Source : Flickr / gcvayra
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i’d like to hear your tongue
on that language: the clatter
of sun-drenched tiles, ancient
dust and fat round oranges
the flesh boiling in the roman sun, in
your hands in
mineoh god, i’ve never loved a man have i
only a foreign tongue -
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I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
— Catherine Breillat (via comparisonswithsummerdays)
(via bubblelounge)
Source : comparisonswithsummerdays
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2013-05-17
Source : Flickr / stankuns
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2013-05-16
Inertia suits gravity well
But what am I to
That coiling snake
And black boiling bile
That I swallow-not-spit back downWho am I, the alleywalker?
Or am I the fallen stargazer?
Answer me. Your gaze is heavenly
The feel of your fingers luxuryI’m an exception
I know that secret.
But when you told me that
Of that kiss-not-kiss
As we suffered the sun
Was it a real secret?
Truth? Or fallacy?Snakes slither
Your trails are as loud as
All the frets in my head
All the violins strings against your bow
All and each and every heavy breathSnakes slither and
I almost wish you’d bear your fangsSource : itwasfunnierinmyhead
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el chico de inercia no merece esto
cuánto tiempo hace que
no escribo en este idioma
tan precioso, tan lleno
de sentimiento secreto y
escandaloso cuánto tiempo
me preguntas cuánto tiempo
pues
la misma cantidad de meses
días
horas
minutos
segundas y
fracciones de segundas
que hace desde que
tuve que separar mi amor
por ti y mi amor
por las
palabras -
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tomorrow i’m gonna conclude the inertia boy saga sigh


