Soft Porn

somewhere on the border between indecisive and selfish

[aesthetic-freaks-deactivated202]

[siyahprezervatif]

[acharacterwithoutastory]

“Ne cherchez plus mon cœur; les bêtes l'ont mangé.”

— Charles Baudelaire, Les fleurs du mal, “Causerie”.

[neckkiss]

Original Sin (2001)

[5oil]

https://instagram.com/p/6PA1txwQgb/

[papertowels-blog]

[itsprincesslivyyy-deactivated20]

I’d like to think the universe keeps pulling us back together. That’s it like god saying “quit separating you’re meant for each other. I made you for each other.”

But then again I don’t believe in god, and love is just a shout in the void of uncertainty and misconceptions.

itsprincesslivyyy

[wnq-writers]

“I wanted them to understand the language of my eyes; they spoke for me when my tongue couldn’t.”

—

Eye language

via viejawanderingsoul

[shisasan]

“May: the lilacs are in bloom. Forget yourself.”

— Marty Rubin

[lifeinpoetry]

darkness inhales our dim

silhouettes         but when you touch me—         the blowing out of light bulbs in my chest         The burning bouquet you rooted there

— Peter Twal, from “If I Could See All My Friends Tonight,” published in wildness

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“The waves return weeping.”

— César Vallejo, tr. by Clayton Eshleman, from Selected Poem; “LXIX,”

[quoted-books]

“Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.”

— Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems

[synqra]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BW5gQOIlqGf/

[aoca]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BYo_PKjgubt/

[queergraffiti]

“be gay. do crimes”

Marseille, France

[lost-in-a-galaxy-far-far-away]

[piercethe-paige-deactivated2015]