Last night I thought I kissed
the loneliness from out your belly button.
I thought I did, but later you sat up,
all bones and restless hands, and told me
there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo.I never know what to say to these things.
“It’s okay.” “Come back to…
(Source: five--a--day)
Your daughter’s face is a small riot,
her hands are a civil war,
a refugee camp behind each ear
a body littered with ugly things.
But God,
doesn’t she wear
the world well?
(via ecstvsy)
You know I’m mad or fed up when I don’t give the slightest fuck to correct my words when I’m typing.
I hate grammatical and spelling errors. I hate when my fucking penmanship looks even the slightest mess.
I can’t stand you. I don’t even give a fuck.
that you
make me
weak in the knees
but
to be quite upfront
and completely
truthful
you
make my body
forget
it has knees
at all. Derrick Brown, Love Language (via weatherbeatensoul)
(via perturbedthoughts)
If I had a clone I would love her, be patient with her, I wouldn’t try too hard to understand her…. I would let time help me understand her and I’ll learn what I’m supposed to, when I’m supposed to… I would occasionally make love to her and take my time when I do…. I would listen to her and take great care of her.
So is that considered homosexual or masturbation?
Well… I’m a lesbian and I please myself soo…
I love this.
