Too Many Words

• 2013-05-20

  

  (via revolutionariess)

  Source : metrodorus

• 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 past

  and 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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  allthingseurope:

  Certosa di Pavia, Italy (by gianva)

  (via sugarelixir)

  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
  mine

  oh 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

• 2013-05-17

  

  evocativesynthesis:

  são bento (by Fernando Stankuns)

  (via revolutionariess)

  Source : Flickr / stankuns

• 2013-05-16

  itwasfunnierinmyhead:

  Inertia suits gravity well
  But what am I to
  That coiling snake
  And black boiling bile
  That I swallow-not-spit back down

  Who am I, the alleywalker?
  Or am I the fallen stargazer?
  Answer me. Your gaze is heavenly
  The feel of your fingers luxury

  I’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 breath

  Snakes slither and
  I almost wish you’d bear your fangs

  Source : itwasfunnierinmyhead

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  idiomatically

  in spanish, instead of
  i’m thinking of you
  you say, pienso en ti
  i’m thinking in you
  
  but i don’t believe it because
  if that were the case i would know
  your insides like a map like
  the back of my hand

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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