June 2012
3 posts
Love is love
via shiftinconsciousness
May 2012
121 posts
clin d’oeil.
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There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.
I can’t barely look at her eyes I can’t speak words to her. No matter what, she fucks me up, like she always did, her smile is hurtful, the way she talks is what it seem the best way to torture somebody.
There is no easy way to say this, so I’ll just...
You are the bread and the knife, the crystal goblet and the wine. You are the dew on the morning grass and the burning wheel of the sun. You are the white apron of the baker, and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard, the plums on the counter, or the house of cards. And you are certainly not the pine-scented air. There is just no way that you...
