January 2011
29 posts
My soul is weak for all that I have worshipped.
I’m astounded you could sink that low, and be how you were again. Enjoy your Birthday present.
So when I go home I'll be happy to go. You're just...
It’s been too long. I have been craving to crawl the pages and endless images that delight my early hours as always so much, yet internet is still not available in my new home. So this small given time I have no to use the internet to my advantage is precious. I really do hate to be so dependent on it, but I cannot deny the wonders I have expressed myself and found within the depths of the...
“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”
– Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince. I miss kissing this on your soft skin.
Here they come, the Beautiful ones.
coneyislandminds asked: This isn't a question at all, but I just wanted to say that everything about you intrigues me and I love what you write.
Stop your soul from smiling, I don't believe a...
There is so much I want to give you. There is no other way I can say it than that. My new home awaits me in silence. My fingers itch to finally begin everything I’ve waited so long to begin again. My eyes dwell with tears to finally feel everything that I am too scared to feel. It is not Melbourne, but it is as close to the finest forms of Isolation that I have available to me now. And in...
Give me a cigarette, put it between my lips and leave your fingers there for a moment. Take me to your bed. Don’t take your eyes off me. I want to see you glowing in this morning light.
Something Beautiful.
Each time you stopped singing, you’d let your lips fall open, you’d pause, and then let out a soft laugh, with your eyes gazed with contemplation and self judgment. Your lips never looked more kissable than they did in those moments. And each time I wanted to fuck you more in the most Beautiful way possible.
Patent your brave new creation, And hold it right...
My hair is parted to the wrong side. My lipstick is still fresh. Behind my eyes I can feel the burning of wishing and dreaming. Wanting and needing. The worst thing I could do is sleep.
Southbound, your Love was cruel.