#godwhydoidothistomyself

[angelbabebeauty]

When you are Hungover AF and you decided to go out on a boat to catch some fish anyways 🌊🐟🤢🎣 #whatwasithinking 🎶 #ilovefishing #ineedmyhangovercurestat 🤤✌️💨🌫 #godwhydoidothistomyself 🤔💭🍷🍹☠️#feellikedeath 💀

[lafleurdelamorte]

Paperchild

Paperchild. Wordsmith. Shaper of words and worlds alike, how I adore thee. It is heaven to see you bent double over a page, Pencil performing an elegant foxtrot across the page, Pert nose wrinkled in concentration, Long hair falling in your face like a curtain that says "I am creating. None may enter here." How I long to enter that sanctuary behind the silken curtain: I wonder if it is as silent as a temple, Or instead filled with music? Sometimes I wonder if you notice me, As my gaze traces your lips as they silently move on a word, Tasting it as only you can, Rolling it around on your palette to appreciate the full flavor of the connotation. You must know of my affections by now, Written as plainly as your neat, orderly script across my face, I see hints of it in your shyer smiles. Then be with me, Say you'll be mine, Dearest illusive muse, Ours would be a love story worthy of the ages, For what need have we of messy, desperate mashings of tongue and teeth, Of public lewdities to shock the masses, When we would have something so much more profound. A meeting of the minds, As Neruda put it, between the shadow and the soul, Entwining together is the purest of ecstasies, Beyond intimate and yet utterly innocent. So, my inken sparrow, my ephemeral love, Meet me in the space between dreams and reality. I will meet you there.