I still have no idea how to use Tumblr

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[1617]

[bled]

[vodkakilledtheteen]

I always wanted  to be close to you.  I wanted to know  that our blood  smelled the same  for a reason.  I wanted to look into your eyes with hope for a better  tomorrow.  Trust me,  I wanted us to  connect. I tried for years and years  to make the distance  between us separate, but no matter how much I burned my mind with  with ways to mend our  hearts into one, you always found a way to kick me back into only fantasizing of what we  could turn into.

Alexa Evangelista, the book i’ll never finish writing  (via vodkakilledtheteen)

[aliciavikander]

#mood

[animusrox]

The Dark Knight (2008) dir. Christopher Nolan Joker (2019) dir. Todd Philips

[dagatesofheaven]

[praying]

[iamktb13-deactivated20210915]

I’m too intense or too mellow, too cold

or too yellow.

And it shows like bright white bone

that’s broken the skin.

KTB

[beforethefilm]

these half truths singe my mouth

and burn my tongue

she thinks it’s a crush

but mum it’s love

something i can’t say to you

until the two of us 

no longer have to cloak ourselves

from a world that will expose us

naked and vulnerable

as the wide open sky

seven billion people

sleep so unaware beneath

[dois-unicornios-deactivated2023]

A procura, dia 3.

Uma forma de amar o reflexo no espelho.

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

“words fail you in the stare of her hunger”

— adrienne rich, ‘the mirror in which two are seen as one’

[exit152]

[hilarioushumorfromouterspace]

[nuka-rockit]

turn up the volume on your favorite song to scare the serotonin out of hiding

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

What I mean is—when I see your face in the dusk I understand the desire of the rain. Each time you happen to me all over again:

Aleda Shirley, from “A Dwelling in the Evening Air,” Long Distance: Poems (Miami University Press, 1996)

[sonreyes]

You were a candle to him Burning just for his amusement The be beautiful in anyone’s eyes Was prize enough You let your sheets fold into stupid sheet airplanes Though some were stained by his presence You sleep on them all the same Somewhere in the dark there was a place you felt loved You made your own snow angels in the linens In between the times he came and when he left And he’ll always follow you As a possibility, a specter A wisp of smoke tethered to the flame I’m so sorry You feel the grief of a thousand beautiful children That could’ve had his eyes, your hair That could’ve carried the history of a hundred years of love between you two They would’ve been proud, lucky to have a love like yours But that would’ve been a fabrication Because no matter how you danced in and out of your best dresses He never looked at you like he did at that stranger the night before he broke up with you over text You can pick up every stick and stone And you can build yourself a house But you can never put down a scar held in your stomach in that way You can’t rearrange your life around a burning halo And all the moments he gave you are starting to make you feel like combusting Throwing out the wax with the wick and smashing the glass on the floor Never to return again To painful memories Though they follow you even now //A Possibility, A Specter By: Alec Prado//

Photo Courtesy of: Gunita Broka on Instagram

[newendy]