#11.12.13

[2tiedships2]

December 11, 2013

[2tiedships2]

December 11, 2013

[le-parole-d-amour]

Eras simplemente lo mejor que le había pasado a mi vida en mucho tiempo.

Michell T. Cardozo

[galatasarayaskk]

Öyle şeyler yaşattın ki.. 11.12.13

[kaldirimnotlarii-blog]

İçtiğimiz son kahvenin kırk yıl hatırı kalmadı belki ama bende yüzlerce hatırası var. 

[herdarkangel]

Suffer in Silence.

I cried that night. Fits of fury And uncertainty All bottled up In my Head. Head pounding With the drums Of those Fallen Angels Forced into an Eternal silence In a realm unknown To man-- But I felt their Drums. Those demons, My demons, Pounded loudly And persistently Making their pain, My pain, Our pain Known... To no one but Us. I could have gotten up To share my suffering With another, But I stayed To wallow in the Pain alone. I stayed and rocked And silently Groaned and Moaned my pain Into the Unknown Realm residing In my now Hollow chest Cavity. I stayed... After all-- "Misery loves company" but we all Suffer in Silence. -KB

[thelastprezantabl]

yaz tepesi

bir el uzanır ve elbet diyosun ve elbet diyosun ki yarın var, elbet. kadın dokunuşu, ateşte çay kadın dokunuşu, şehrin çiğ renkli yakası dokunuşu kadının, özgürlüğün çözülüşü rüzgarlı yol, sönük denebilecek kadar bir ışık yolun ortasında sen ve kıvrılıp omzuna düşen saçların gerisi yok çırıl çıplak mesafeler sağ ayağın sol destek ayağının önünde, -tanıştığımız yer- cinsel organın ölçülü bir çizgi güneş gözlüğün, uykudasın diye, kollarını göğsünün altında kavuşturmuşsun -yaz tepelerin yükseliyor- ikimizde biliyoruz bu daha dik memeler demek örtmeye boynundan başlıyorum seni, yazın tepesidir üşümez demeden boynuna doluyorum sıcacık nefesimi... bi rüzgar kaldı, bizi kavuşturan; o da inilti kadınımsın, tırmanmak istediğim.

[randomcrapiwrote]

11.12.13

I was with maggie in the city that had a shitton of parks, but some of them were really sketchy and had scary people there and i had my bag at one point at one of them and then i can't quite remember what happened but something bad and i had to run away from my bag and all my stuff and then we tried to go back and get it but all the buildings and streets look the same and i couldn't find the right ones and then we did find it on accident and there was nothing out on the picnic tables except a shitton of brown people, and the inside was packed, and it was like your basic house except fucking stuffed full of people. and i went looking for some front desk or something and i asked some people if there was a front desk or not and they laughed and they were like, somebody just asked us that! and i explained that i wanted to report a loss and they were like, oh you wanna talk to him, this guy standing at the top of the stairs right next to us, and he was like, do you have something to add to the list? and maggie reaches up and flips this page down on a list on the wall and its everything that was in my backpack down to the gum and pencils, but  i didn't see tampons on the list and they definitely are in my bag and i guess it was the mafia/fbi guys that were supposed to be protecting us that already reported it and i wondered if we were going to die in this sea of scary people now, if they knew that it was the fbi and thats not really the kind of people they like frequenting their park.