KIROKAZE
Xuebing Du
RMH
d e v o n
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Mike Driver
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almost home
wallacepolsom
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ellievsbear
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
sheepfilms
Not today Justin
Sade Olutola
Jules of Nature
One Nice Bug Per Day
Peter Solarz
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@egoslingshot
likes not(e)s
Your fluffy curly hair sugared with some gentle silver,
peeking out from under the pillow,
which you are hugging like it is salvation and hope,
like a mother’s finger, your private willow,
like the entire globe
I like to get lost in these pillow bits,
sensing your skew sleepy forehead
with my lips,
i like your big nose
to be found by mine,
i like to gently wake you up to tell me “hi”
with your childishly proud smile,
only slightly visible,
in the fresh morning’s dark.
I have to go now, to leave the last moment that feels right
to destroy the pillow world of the comfortable sensations,
before our egos start a fight
it was not love, though my eyes are still wet
i guess i will just need a pet....
Venus in the 7th
"You don’t feel love for yourself, unless you’re loved in return. You spend a lot of time giving to others with no return, because you aren’t quite sure of what you deserve. It’s hard to feel attractive, but people find you very attractive. Beauty and love will find you, as you learn to accept yourself."
Dnes se různé zájmové skupiny předhánějí v tom, kdo šikovněji odvede lidskou nenávist k falešným cílům.
Verejne mineni je chabym tyranem proti nasemu nejosobnejsimu mineni. co si clovek mysli o sobe - prave to urcuje ci spise naznacuje drahu jeho osudu.
saudade [saʊˈdɑːdə] f
Lehce melancholický pocit neúplnosti spojený se strádáním v důsledku nepřítomnosti někoho nebo něčeho, opuštění míst nebo věcí nebo absence nějakých dříve prožitých zážitků či potěšení. Také nostalgická touha být znovu nablízku někoho či něčeho, co je vzdálené nebo bylo ztraceno; „láska, která zůstává. "
Čistá nahota
Koukám na noční Nuselák (kterej za těch několik měsíců evokuje tolik různorodejch vzpominek), kouřim kamelku, posloucham Golden brown - song, kterej v sobě taky ukrývá spoustu navrstvenejch významů, ale pořád je tak příjemně slunně nostalgickej, stejně jako když jsem ho slyšela poprvé asi v pěti letech. Venku hustě a hlasitě prší, a já si říkám, kolik šílenejch zážitků mám za sebou, ale pořád je celkem úspěšně ustávám a jsem zenově naladěná na další. Taky jsem právě niterně prožila naprosto úžasnej a-ha moment, kterej se v mlze relationshitů, piva a trávy jeví naprosto jasně: chci a budu cestující sociální antropoložka. Nic jsem za poslední rok neviděla v tak čisté nahotě.
Jin & Jang
Women are looking for a deep man and men are looking for a woman with balls
Cigarettes after sex
What is this? is it love?
Annie’s song
You fill up my senses Like a night in a forest Like the mountains in springtime Like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert Like a sleepy blue ocean You fill up my senses Come fill me againCome let me love you Let me give my life to you Let me drown in your laughter Let me die in your arms Let me lay down beside you Let me always be with you Come let me love you Come love me againYou fill up my senses Like a night in a forest Like the mountains in springtime Like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert Like a sleepy blue ocean You fill up my senses Come fill me again
If I want to kiss your forehead, I love you
All beauty must die
A:“..and if you go, I am gonna go with you. And if you die, i am gonna die with you”
(not seen for a few days)
B: “Sorry, I didn’t read.“
BABR
The moon was full
we were full of each other
our minds were filled with babr
I didnt stop you
becuase we connected our minds with babr
because the babr came to your heart
babr doesnt want to be stopped
blood
eyes
bloody eyes of a child
fuck you my special love
you teached me a lot
tiger made a sound
he is still not dead
went into d evild
i played with fire
Sense of life
To help someone, to bring something to others...
But what if I AM the person who i should help in this life, with my work?
A year older
I am in the same situation as I was one year ago, except I lost hope and anger. And some illusions, of course. And the trust of my family. I gained some intense experience(s) and a person that truly, innocently, deeply loved me. And I lost them, too. A sinusoid of hot and cold with my best friend, who is probably not my best friend and maybe never was. A lovely picture full of joy of life of a person who I thought was my soulmate with his girlfriend I had a chance to meet longer time ago. Honestly, the most beautiful thing I have seen today. I feel genuinely happy for YOU and never gonna stop loving you. I have to create an armour against feelings again, make it from a long-term goal.
Spiderweb
When your NO fears your YES
in the story of a spiderweb
the meeting point of a spider and a fly
your NO is only passing by
Picasso
At the first sight, there was something strange, disturbing, non-matching about him but I didn’t pay much attention to that. He probably wanted to shine with chillnes and cool frinedliness. But from the basic layer, from somewhere very underneath, a steady distant fear or seriousness and uncertain shyness was looking at me. It seemed like he had a pretty absolute image of what is right but he wanted to persuade himself (and the other person too, of course) that he is an open-minded and easy-going person. So coutious about how he is perceived by other people, wanting to help them but knowing it’s pointless sometimes. Sure of himself...but maybe not really. Both crazy and responsible, direct and indirect. Artificially bossy, unwillingly or unconciously showing the demand of respect that he, over years, tried to get. A cautious step-by-step uncovering of his enthusiasm and growing love for another person. Sometimes overwhelmed by his altruism. Sometimes his mind lost its armour and he showed his natural childlike heights of creativity hidden inside, to someone who he felt comfortable with.