Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Sade Olutola
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@theartofmadeline
Jules of Nature
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

JBB: An Artblog!
art blog(derogatory)
ojovivo
d e v o n

tannertan36

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Cosimo Galluzzi

Janaina Medeiros
will byers stan first human second
hello vonnie
noise dept.
Not today Justin
occasionally subtle
NASA

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@surrender-to-gravity
“I like to write like this. with sentences that do not finish in one line. sometimes with one word per line. I learned this from an ex lover. who used to respond to me just like this. each phrase, each sentence, each word, separated for sake of importance. I found that I would typically skim long paragraphs, searching for the important morsels, nothing more, nothing less. but with his banter, his responses, I read each and every word. And all that he said simply felt so important. long paragraphs are too intimidating. but when I write like this, it feels as if every word matters. it feels as if something matters”
— something matters. (drafts from 2016) |(morsus engel)| (via morsusengel)
“sext: sometimes i pray that your smile will remain immortal. sext: you look your prettiest when you aren’t thinking about being pretty. sext: the first time you wrote me poetry, it knocked my knees to the ground and nothing mattered but how good it felt to love you. sext: tell me about your day, i wanna hear your voice for a little while. sext: i told my mom about you yesterday, she already loves you so much. sext: i know you won’t be awake right now, but i just drove 4 hours to seattle and i wish you were here to bring the streets to life. sext: hey, i really fucking love you. sext: what songs do you write to? i need to feel something. sext: do you know what it really means to be alive? i don’t and i’ve been thinking about it for hours now. i hope we don’t really exist because i don’t want anything to matter. text me when you can- i’m having an existential crisis. sext: you smelled so sweet today and your hands were so much softer. have you been using a new body wash perhaps? sext: you’ve grown so much since the very first day we met. i’m completely enamored by you. sext: i’m on my way over- don’t say no. i’ll bring you homemade soup and i’ll bring plump tangerines too. sext: i miss you, please come home soon. sext: my dog misses you lots. sext: you feel like a forever. sext: i really fucking love you, okay?”
— foreplay. |(morsus engel)| (via morsusengel)
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