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Posted 3 months ago

That awkward moment when you're really hungry and you're eating with your friends.

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Posted 4 months ago

I’m Making Myself a River

~JRamos

‎I’m making myself a river
a river from my eyes
the river just keeps flowing and flowing
makes me wonder when I’d die
but, I felt I did prefer to die
I prefer dying than losing,
losing the one I love.
I’d rather die a thousand deaths
than live forever without..

I’m making myself a river
The bluest river you’d see
Beneath there are no creatures
for it is gloomy as can be.

For the river, I work overtime
that is, I never stop.
I make it in the morning
I make it in the night
I’m making it while I write.

I never sleep, I never eat, I never even smile.
Laughter is now a foreign word,
comprehension is with doubt.

I’m making myself a river
and secluding myself from everyone.
I’d rather be alone.
Without you, I’d have no one.

The water for the river blurs my vision
I see but circles of different colored lights,
colorful lights, and you.
You are never seen by my my eyes,
my love, you are seen by my heart.

I’m making myself a river
and hopes it reaches you
I’m making myself a river
then ride a boat to you.

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Posted 4 months ago
couldn’t have said it better myself. :)))

couldn’t have said it better myself. :)))

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Posted 4 months ago
uhuh. :))) P.S. I don’t know the source of this photo. Just pm me if you do know so I could put it here. :)

uhuh. :)))

P.S. I don’t know the source of this photo. Just pm me if you do know so I could put it here. :)

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Posted 4 months ago

I Crave Your Mouth by Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. 
Silent, starving I prowl through the streets. 
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me, 
I search the liquid sound of your steps all day. 

I hunger for your sleek laugh, 
For your hands the color of the wild grain, 
I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, 
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. 

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness, 
The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face, 
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, 

And I walk hungry, smelling the twilight 
Looking for you, for your hot heart, 
Like a puma in the barren wilderness.
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Posted 5 months ago
oh, and I’m also using lookbook now. :) ♥ You can’t see the wind but you can feel it (by Janine R) Zoom

oh, and I’m also using lookbook now. :) ♥

You can’t see the wind but you can feel it (by Janine R)

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Posted 5 months ago
You can’t see the wind but you can feel it - via chictopia

You can’t see the wind but you can feel it - via chictopia

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Posted 5 months ago

Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

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Posted 5 months ago

Serenade by Edgar Allan Poe

So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev’n with lute.
At rest on ocean’s brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies:
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a second love.
Within the valleys dim and brown,
And on the spectral mountain’s crown,
The wearied light is dying down,
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O list,- so soft and low
Thy lover’s voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the music of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our souls- O God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.

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Posted 5 months ago

Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.