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wound dressings and bandages are lingerie for the enlightened pervert
We’re believing the reaction of other’s is a mirror of our self worth if you want to join
the bus is never going to come because im a bad person
how it feels to accept you're fucked forever
do some people know they’ll be inscribed into my heart forever no matter the silence and the distance and most of all no matter the time
Exit Opera, Kim Addonizio
you can go back to the past but nobody’s there
cotton candy skies left by a fleeting sun
i close my eyes, kept drawn by dreams and dreams
and dreams
when i open them, the sky’s already a deep blue
i wonder what i should’ve done to avoid my blues
to feel the pink clouds before they fled away too
instead of wishing why won’t my dreams come true
James Baldwin photographed by Carl Van Vechten on September 13, 1955.
avoidance has saved me from everything it's also killed me a hundred million times
“You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you. You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops like a vision too beautiful for the magazines, sprinkling dark chocolate chips over pancakes. I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right. You, brushing your dark hair out of your face, smearing batter across your cheeks. You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. Filled them with sugar and your body humming in the same room as mine. I dream, now, of a normal life with you. A life where breakfast lasts until the sun goes down, until I have finished gazing at you from across the table, flour dried to your forehead like a kiss.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, Chocolate Chip Pancakes
The summer I turned perverted
I’m not even thinking violent or bad things anymore. you should come over to my house
emotionally im here