Bat Simpson
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Bat Simpson
by Marc Cooper
“Woaah look at the moon” Me literally every night no matter what phase the moon is.
It comes from within 🦑
i honestly believe human beings are not meant to live like this. we are meant to live in loving communities and be around nature every day and grow our own food and create art and not work day and night until we die. this longing for another life is not human nature, it’s a symptom of modern society.
If you dont care about me please dont ever pretend you do
Porn is so amazing that we use it to describe the peak of something. Foodporn. Earthporn. Pornporn.
it’s late and i’m thinking about the too warm of nights we spent in my twin bed with our bodies knotted together. sweating, waking up and loving, entirely submerged in each other’s heat. i swear the ocean itself poured from your skin, from your tongue. you lapped at the ridge of my spine, at the shore of flesh, rolling swells raking through porous earth. we were fevered. we were stirred. we were breathing from the lungs of the first crest of surging salt, we were drowning in clay. it’s late and i’m thinking about the too warm of nights i spend lying in the caverns our bodies carved here.
I had all of you, most of you, some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met
I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour (via thegoodvybe)