munich mannequin

You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.

[crawlingtowardthatdeathchamber]

Maybe tomorrow, honey, somewhere down the line I'll wake up older, so much older, mama Wake up older And I'll just stop all my trying

[quotefeeling]

“Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops”

— Charles Bukowski

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Esse Est Percipi

I solely exist because your eyes rest upon me I solely exist because my name falls from your lips I solely exist because you caress my hand

Esse est percipi To be is to be perceived By you

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My Cherub

Sweet smile like cherubim The raven corks frame your face You hold me like a cloud I slip through your hands like water

I depend on the dream that you want me A dream that seems so impossibly true

I've never fallen with so much emotion Your eyes are like an open ocean Your heart is like a closed door

In your words I dig for Meanings that you feel the same This doesn't feel like a fair game For, my feelings I must reclaim But with your arrow you take aim And hit my core

[crawlingtowardthatdeathchamber]

I HATE THAT I LET THIS DRAG ON SO LONG

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thought I was through with you, guess I'm a fool for you

[crawlingtowardthatdeathchamber]

Like the scar of age Written all over my face The war is still raging inside of me

Like a tattoo, Sade

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The weather warmer, he is colder Four men in uniform To carry home my little soldier

Army Dreamers, Kate Bush

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Oh, I believe in yesterday

Yesterday, The Beatles

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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree from the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a history teacher, and another fig was a brilliant military analyst, and another fig was a an amazing writer, and another fig was Asia and Africa and South America and another fig was Belisarius and Wu Zetian and De Beauvoir and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an international ambassador and above and beyond these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting at the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of these figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

[limerencs]

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thought you'd hate me but instead you called and said "i miss you"

i caught it

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i still love you, i promise

nothing happened in the way i wanted, every corner of this house is haunted

[crawlingtowardthatdeathchamber]

What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.

Sylvia Plath, Kindness

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