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[alext]

tamade, the best grocery store on the planet. osaka

[vvon-8]

What’re you trying to say...

If love was a form of currency

We’d be Bonnie and Clyde

Queen and Slim, shaded earth tone

Living life on the run

If love was served at the bar

She’d be vomiting on the coaster

I’d be blacked on the floor

Waking up

To see pink a velour heel

Stepping over my body

Digging into my hand

Nailing me to the floor

Somebody else is with her at the bar

Somebody too sober to understand

And this other woman

Has me stuck

[theocseason4]

[leflambeur]

By Montis Songsombat for The Peter Do

[vvon-8]

This Side of Never-Ending Stories

Doesn’t start without her say so

Making a world out of a person

Is a shitty way to design it

They leave and the whole thing breaks down

And we’re back where we started

Kissing pictures....

Sending I love you text..

Praying

The least intrusive thing I can do

She’s one for the books

Filed properly with the other love interest

Never gathering dust

I’m always going through each one

Looking for what I did wrong

Looking for what I can do better

[notwillsometimes]

Visit Original Link

If I was perfect I’d change the world, and make it fit for you

[synqra]

Peter Do pillowcase bags

[eflor]

[ypoos]

[jaubaius]

Vampire and werewolf dating

[kagasoffs]

Visit Original Link

“Me and my Isis, growing black irises in the sunshine”

[vvon-8]

Why does this song make me so sad

[ohtinylove]

[gifbro]

[8pxl]

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Nights Like These

Nights like these When it’s easier to pray to the gods of moscato and muscadine When bottle’s edge bows fully and emptily almost religiously to the cyclical sanctuary of glass’s tip When the profound, agonizing, gut-wrenching prayers escape in slurred whispers too timid to matter too bulletproof to shatter Whats the protocol for nights like these? Spiritual fights like these? Adult-sized fears pleading on desperate child-like knees                         Please Pour me your strongest Bloody Mary                                                             on the hail-sized rocks During nights like this So that in between sips, I can mute my ambivalence and plot my deliverance.