February 2012
64 posts
I, I follow, I follow you Deep sea baby, I follow...
seafaringwoman:
Bon Iver : Love More...
Malandragem: XLIV. This time when I ask to catch... →
cuethefire:
XLIV. This time when I ask to catch the sun mid yawn over the horizon, when I suggest we stay because there’s a love affair to be witnessed between the Atlantic and the moon, I can promise you I won’t hesitate. You’ll say yes, a little drunk, probably, because your mother’s a state away, and…
Watchby: Haugen Creative
everythingirreverent:
A Letter to Elise - The...
violent femme: saturday blues →
likelava:
I have written a lot of messy poems about the way the first thing you forget about a person is their voice. I wrote about it because I had heard about it and I thought it was both sad and compelling, but I had never had to experience it. It was absolutely poetic - like all things are, before I…
Brown Paper Sack of a Past
I have a brown paper sack full of things we don’t talk about anymore. And I don’t know if it’s the distance brought about by the evolution of months or if there just isn’t time for “cute ironies like that” anymore that made us fall irreversibly silent. I held the bag so close to my chest that my skin began to suffocate and I guess I knew it was time to quit when I found myself making a conscious...
qhuman:
A Sunday Kind of Love - Etta James
“I don’t know what it is,
But I distrust myself
When I start to like a girl
A...”
– “It’s Raining In Love,” Richard Brautigan (via clavicola)
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