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I have an obsession with bones, yours not mine.

Posts tagged love

Feb 5
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Pablo Neruda100 Love Sonnets (via dissapolnted)

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Mar 19

You Were a Concept

We bore each other,

gave each other names and meaning. Felt
every beat and drip of blood
pushing in and out

in and out.

Warmed limbs and muscles
under heaved whispers,

ex ex hale

inhale

ex ex hale.

We changed our structure,
left permanent dents on flat stomachs
where I laid, 
where you lied.
Arches on our backs where 
morals bend,
pounding paranoia
that we should lose
each other under wrinkled shades
of pastels. There are imprints
where we breathed out all the rest.


We bore each other,
in bed our bones stretched
too far. We devoured, consumed,
and forgot until there was nothing
to be missed, nothing to be desired,
until we were different
beings altogether. Quiet little nothings.
Sorrounded by absolutely nothing.

We bore each other.

 


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Aug 12
This is the side of Anne Hathaway that they should have used for Batman!

This is the side of Anne Hathaway that they should have used for Batman!


Aug 8

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