poems

poet | painter | middle child

[something-about-october]

I want to be happy but I always feel it like a thin film plastered all over my face

I tried to have coffee with happiness but everything she said seemed in bad taste, I fear we have nothing in common.

[something-about-october]

If you’ve forgotten me can you pin your location, can you take me there

I’ll be in the backseat of your car, hey just pretend I’m not even here

[something-about-october]

[something-about-october]

the malice in the way the water moves

the silence when you say you want me to

[weltenwellen]

Erika L. Sánchez, from "Prodigal Daughter"

[something-about-october]

film photo by me :)

[something-about-october]

I have something in my hand, it’s a kiss for the back of your neck

kiss the back of my neck, or somehow tell me that you long for me.

[asoftwrongness]

just 2 poison frogs in luv

instagram | prints

[guoblin]

POET; solitude 𝓮 solidão

𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 [...] 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗒𝗌.

────𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒛 𝑲𝒂𝒇𝒌𝒂 said that suffering is also art.

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[something-about-october]

Going for a walk in the rain, thinking about the dirt under my fingernails.

God is a child,

I am the worm on the sidewalk that he will not touch.

[something-about-october]

“Love was a movie and tomorrow said finish up”