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George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard, from The Collected Poems 1924-1955; “In the Kyrenia District”
you remind me of sunsets and stars and moonlight
who needs therapy when you can just make spotify playlist for every emotion you’ve ever felt
get in loser we’re gonna admire moss and mushrooms in the forest
There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.
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-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
♛ Weasley is Our King ♛
I wanna make out so bad right now. Nice and slow. Soft moans. Fingers slipping underneath shirts and waistbands. That kind of making out that builds slowly. Hitched breathes and your hips rocking against my thigh. Open mouthed gasps against your neck and fingers tight in my hair. Firm thighs and rough denim and soaked cotten pressing into you. Too many clothes but it feels so good. I just want to make you feel good.
touch yourself and think about me
Touch me yourself you coward.
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I really hate my ducking body sometimes. Why the fuck couldn’t I have just been born like I was suppose to be
“Some people don’t realize what they have until it’s gone, but that does not always mean they are supposed to get it back.”
— Stephan Labossiere (via suspend)
Women will be the death of me I swear