as close to love as i'll ever get... <3
Tenderthat rattles inside my empty heart,
weaving magic into the summer heat,
unraveling me.
a.l.h.
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trufflestruffles i painted my nails truffle pink, the color of nursing homes and gaudy grandma lipsticks everywhere: thinking of cheap vodka, no glass, and the smell oftruffles
rubbing alcohol,
and it's beautiful in that crooked sort of way. in the same crookedness as when ravens swoop
under grey skies, black feathers smooth as oil or spilled mascara, circling something that surely died--
and i don't think of you.
(not of your smell: old tictacs and warmth, headandshoulders shampoo and burning sugar not of your notstraight smile, or your dark hair that
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edited.socks, front steps, and autumn downpours getting up: new day, old socks, dark windows of a world still asleep. birds chirp to an empty morning and the trees shift nervously into a greyed sky. somewhere, children sleep clutched to baby blankets and i slip on unlaundered clothes that still smell like you: your axe, your dirtiness, your headandshoulders shampoo and orbit spearmint gum, and it's beautiful.edited.
this useless thing inside of my chest, wrapped in ribs, my dishtowel soul: i wrung you out but you clung on, sitting in my dampened, dirtied, dishtowel of a heart, a
by ~username112
your fingerprintsyour fingerprints grey smears smudge like coalyour fingerprints
fingerprints across the shy face of fading day, sky bluewhitequiet. i cried to you: choking out words i promised you would never hear. the sky remained silent, grey smudges trying to blend in with the summer heat, with maple leaves, with the gravel and leftover laughter.
you whispered, barely there, your
words evaporating in the thin, dry air, i cried, about sanfranciscan
fathers in basements, about lost disney endings: about wishes too childish to come true. i cried because the sky was dying, beca
by ~username112
firefliesFireflies dancing in graveyards blink as they grin green graveyard smiles, flashing greenyelloworange through the weeping tombstonefaces, and I walk past, breathing in june twilight. dusk touches white fingers on the horizon, and greyfireflies
smoke-clouds lie low like ghosts, clinging to thin
maple branches, filtering through leaves, splintering the dying sun into papercutout patterns on capner street.
fireflies dancing in graveyards, like your bluegreenblink and your tooready smile grinning greenly to the long grey stones: the corpses of hopes long dead and notforgotten
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and we found...we love like we sin, terrified and breathless.and we found...
we are tea-at-midnight girls, naming constellations that don't exist after lost tourists we meet on the street, reminding our freckle covered shoulders that even beautiful things can be made ordinary.
we are broken fingers and half-closed eyelids and a penchant for mischief. we are ribbon skin and frantic desires and incandescent hope. we are a voice spilling secrets to falling leaves diving after their arachnid brothers,
mimicking the millions before us who were judged unfairly, unjustly but all too correctly.
by ~SmileforSomeone
for her.it's midnight and I'm writing love letters on my skin to the woman who raised me. it's midnight and every limb has a story. allfor her.
my collarbone remembers is the frantic hurry of your footsteps when it broke under the weight of gravity and mistaken desire to fly and my broken pink umbrella, long-gone, remembers too. my elbows remember the firm pull of your hands in the grocery store. my cheeks remember your makeup and
my clumsy fingers dipping in like paint pots and my neck remembers all your strands of pearls. I remember when you were young again and wearing red and holdi
by ~this-epiphany
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- Interests: writing (preferably in trees), reading thick books, bubble baths, dancing in public
- Favourite movie: Atonement, Run Fatboy Run!, Love Actually
- Favourite band or musician: The Killers, regina spektor, Mew, Trust Company, Weezer, Soilwork
- Favourite genre of music: generally Indie or hard rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Tony Hoagland, Laurie Halse Anderson
- Favourite game: Super Smash Brothers Brawl, DDR, Rock Band
- Favourite cartoon character: Spongebob Squarepants, the lovable idiot :]
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Cry with me, I’ll dry your tears with my
Dishtowel soul and maybe
Hope might visit at your doorstep
With a basket full of baby’s breath,
And that soft smile
Mothers get when they watch
Children sleep.
~a. l. h.
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Glad ya liked it Haha
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Cry with me, I’ll dry your tears with my
Dishtowel soul and maybe
Hope might visit at your doorstep
With a basket full of baby’s breath,
And that soft smile
Mothers get when they watch
Children sleep.
~a. l. h.
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Charlotte L'Forêt
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Cry with me, I’ll dry your tears with my
Dishtowel soul and maybe
Hope might visit at your doorstep
With a basket full of baby’s breath,
And that soft smile
Mothers get when they watch
Children sleep.
~a. l. h.
--
Cry with me, I’ll dry your tears with my
Dishtowel soul and maybe
Hope might visit at your doorstep
With a basket full of baby’s breath,
And that soft smile
Mothers get when they watch
Children sleep.
~a. l. h.
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