The talks, the laugh, the love....I'm sorry it wasnt...I wasnt enough.

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The talks, the laugh, the love....I'm sorry it wasnt...I wasnt enough.
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Despite the condition of the soil, I will choose to bloom.
Tonya Ingram (via twloha)
Requested by @deedeedoozle.
This is the best thing ive ever see. Hahahaha
When We Slept Together and You Told Me You Wanted to Die
In the darkness, your wrist with every red thread was brighter
than the moon, and my hands the needle, trying to stitch you up.
There were mornings when the wind came in from the sea
and lifted the papers nailed to the yellow corkboard walls
until they rippled like moving flesh, each one covered
with tally marks for every day you looked out a window
without trying to scare yourself away from jumping through it.
Every bone was a bridge to the next, back of your spine
like some creaking shadow box I filled with all my favorite things as a child,
discovering each new knob with more joy than the first.
For awhile, I felt like the same person I had been before,
lying there tucked to your chest, everyone else waking
to make coffee or trying to convince themselves
to get up on the right side of the bed, but then I remembered
how you had touched me as if trying to turn the ocean
into a completely different shape, to make it full instead of shapeless,
touched me like mountains were something you could move,
and even though nothing was really different,
everything was.
What I couldnât say in public is a series of images exploring anonymous confessions and secrets from all ages of people. The confessions and secrets are posted and left in public places for people to view.  Jon Faulconer | 2015
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Fumi Mini Nakamura
Incubus written by Ovri (HD Version). Warning: NSFW. Contains demons, seduction, lucid dreaming and plenty of very dirty language. This is very sexual. Do not listen to it if you are unprepared or in public.
Someone requested I re-record the Incubus script with my new microphone, so I did. I donât know if itâs as good a performance as the old one, but it sounds a lot clearer. Feel free to let me know what you think.