November 2010
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I have 5 scratches with faintly dripping blood on my ass. if you didn’t see how it happened, you’re a blitz.
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Of secret places
I was thinking that there would be a beach somewhere. A place where you could write your name on the sand and the wave would wash it away, but you didn’t care. What did it matter when the name is etched on someone’s palm. A palm they put to their chest when they’re afraid, when they’re lonely and when they’re happy. A secret beach that didn’t mind the rain and...
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It’s easy to have a secret, sometimes it’s even fun, until reality starts to...
– Anaïs Escobar, a bright wall in a dark room: Infidelity Week: Little Children (2006)
(via quotewhore)
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it’s the freedom language
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On past lives and coldness
You stand there in smoke-wreathed blue saying simply that there is no one no one to thaw the ice around your heart
You stand there in fiery gray wondering if you ever had the chance and if you did, would you ever take that chance
You stand there in blinding white saying simply that a heart of ice would be easier to break than to melt.
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It's my birthday
I would really like gummy worms.
and for you to greet me.
but I would prefer a belt with a Batman buckle.
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Goodbye Cornfield.
thirdfernandez:
Thank you for all the memories. :((
Even if we had to pass through a “higad-infested” tree to get to you; you were worth it.
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Childhood
I had forgotten what you tasted like I remember the feel I remember the mist
But I couldn’t be sure if your fleshy pout was sweet from the white mints that you always seemed to have in your pocket
I could not recall if your red lips were salty from the dry wind that left them chapped
Maybe your mouth pressed against mine tasted bitter cause of the words you used to say of her
So, I took the...
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Tonight I Can Write by Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I...