Annexy

Don't say you need me when you leave and you leave again.

[neonelven]

[a-mind-in-ruins]

[llovinghome]

[remember-----me]

[nothingbutloveforyou]

it might be a little silly and cliché, but someday i really want to slow dance with my love in the kitchen at night

[wroteyouathing]

𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦

[m-elloncollie]

Starry ceiling (2007)

[aidashakur]

[thegoodvybe]

[paper-wounds]

[belmasworld]

[lmm-43]

You can’t skip the messy part. The messy part is where you grow.

[s-tobom-dotako-nebo-bih]

provozat ćemo se vozom

meni po prvi put

i to baš s tobom

jest ćemo kokice

i šetati pored reke

prolazit ćemo pored ne tako poznatih knjižara

razgledat ćemo knjige

i reći ću ti koju bih želeo da imam

a koju bih želeo da ti poklonim

zatim ćemo prošetati do keja

i kupit ćemo par limenki piva

ja ću popiti više nego ti

ali posle druge počet će polahko da me hvata

i onda ću te pitati za ples

čekat ćemo ponoć

i bit će hladno

iako je leto

pripit ćeš se uz mene

i ja ću ti reći hvala

jer si tu

slušat ćemo kišu kako pada

ići ćemo na more

ja ne volim more

ali ima najlepše zalaske sunca

tu bih se i budio sa tobom

mokri od talasa

i uprljani od peska

kosa ti je uprljana i slana

spavat ćeš i gledat ću te

pravit ćeš smešne grimase

pa ću te svaki put zezati zbog toga

ako se nekad okrenem za drugom

lupit ćeš mi šamar

okrenut ćeš glavu

i durit ćeš se na mene

a ja ću shvatiti da sam pogrešio

bolje na vreme da shvatim

poklonit ću ti svoje košulje

a od tebe ću tražiti tvoje mirišljave maramice

hoću da mirišem na tebe kada nisi tu

i hoću da saznam koji parfem koristiš

ubrat ću ti par maslačaka

i napravit ću ti mali buket od njih

delit ćemo kockice čokolada

popit ćemo neko jeftino vino

vozit ćemo se biciklom

ukrast ćemo grožđe iz mog vinograda

pretvarat ćemo se da nije moj

ajde

slat ću ti pisma

iako je sad neko moderno doba

ružno doba

gledat ćemo dosadne ljubavne filmove

dozvolit ću ti da me uhvatiš za ruku

da je stisneš jako

posmatrat ću ti crte lica dok se smeješ

učit ću ti korake dok budeš hodala

neću ti dozvoliti da mi budeš navika

spavat ćeš mi na rukama

postidet ćeš mi se na dlanovima

dozvoliću ti da mi budeš potreba

nećemo da pričamo o rastancima

šupljinama

i prazninama

nećemo da pričamo o ružnim sećanjima

lepo ćemo se svađati

i još lepše miriti

volet ću te

volim te

i naučit ću te kako da mi ne budeš prolazna

[illangelstein]

[mirrorworld12]

"Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story."

There are times when suddenly, out of nowhere, in the middle of some random love song, you decide that you hate that song. There is no reason, or maybe the reason is so simple. The reason is someone. The reason is that you remember a lot. The reason is that you have flashbacks, flashbacks of your text messages that you both sent to each other and flashbacks of the screenshots that you took and put them carefully in your favorites section. You have flashbacks of how you said goodnight to each other, breathing their name slowly and then saying 'I love you' so weakly that you want to curl in their arms and never let them go. You have flashbacks of your first kisses, and last kisses and all the in-betweens. You have flashbacks of how you held her hand, and looked at her deep brown eyes and decided that she is the one for you. You hate that you remember too much of all these, and yet you can't stop but smile. And in the middle of that song, you remember all of these like some movie scene, and you can't help but wonder that how can be a memory so beautiful and painful at the same time. So, you leave it there. You stop thinking, you stop listening to the song. You pick up your phone and you do something to distract you. And then when the song finishes, you have already stopped romanticizing. You are already done with it, but in the back of your mind you still hate that song, and still on days when the rain falls too hard, and the thunders are too loud, you type the name of that song and play it on loop.

You realise that you have learnt to live without them, and you do not want them anymore but somewhere your heart is still in love with that innocence, with how honest you were.

And somehow,

no matter how much you try,

you can't be both of those things anymore.

—Rae Pathak, moments that follow.

Instagram @raepathak

mirrorworld12

[highassi]

i smiled at his text today so i blocked him

[perspektivno]

[…] upoznao sam ovaj grad tragajući za ulicom kojom prolaziš.

─ Đorđe Balašević