Ciara.
Dallas,
Missing Phoenix.
Dreams.
Words for thought.
*That sorry feeling of wanting to get out and do something but not being able to think of a soul that would do something with me..
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
Sylvia Plath (via somethinglikehope)
Sylvia Plath (via somethinglikehope)
(Source: lovelybluepony, via whispers-of-immortality)
there's no need for words because your body tells a story with every inch of skin my fingertips trace. loops and curves and twists and turns of cursive letters staining your pale canvas; you are nothing less than a masterpiece, one that i would spend my life completing. if i could have my own way, i would wake up every morning to the warmth of your breath, so soft and steady, on my bare chest. would it be okay, if i tucked the hair behind your ear and whispered softly, the dreams you inhabited during my sleep? you are everywhere and everything, all at once.
by antmuni
Just tell her she’s good
like every man should
with eyes like those two
she’ll swallow you, full
So I’m just going to leave my life up to the playwrights, and hope a happy ending is in store.
“Sweet summer night and I’m stripped to my sheets
Forehead is leaking, my AC squeaks and
A voice from the clock says, “You’re not gonna get tired”
My bed is a pool and the walls are on fire
Soak my head in the sink for a while
Chills on my neck and it makes me smile but
My bones have to move and my skin’s gotta breathe
You pick up the phone and I’m so relieved
You slide down your stairs to the heated street
And the sun has left us with slippery feet
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
And be here with you, we’re goin’
It doesn’t really matter, I’ll go where you feel
Hunt for the breeze, get a midnight meal
I point in the windows, you point out the parks
Rip off your sleeves and I’ll ditch my socks
We’ll dance to the songs from the cars as they pass
Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash
Walking around in our summertime clothes,
Nowhere to go while our bodies glow
And we’ll greet the dawn in its morning blues
With purple yawn, you’ll be sleeping soon
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
When the sun goes down, we’ll go out again
Don’t cool off, I like your warmth
Let’s leave the sound of the heat for the sound of the rain
It’s easy to sleep when it wets my brain
It covers my rest with a saccharine sheen
Kissing the wind through my window screen
The restlessness calls us, that I cannot hide
So much on my mind that it spills outside
Do you want to go stroll down the financial street?
Our clothes might get soaked, but the buildings sleep
And there’s no one pushing for a place
As we end up at an easy pace
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
I want to walk around with you
Just you, just you, just you…”
I can dream about your smile, and all the shine in your eyes
But that doesn’t bring you any closer
I’m standing there in my towel, and my hair is dripping rivers down the freckles on my back, and I cant help but wish I wasn’t alone.
Surprise
here’s your past to haunt you
and make you want it all back
here’s your past to tease you
and conjure memories you’ve suppressed
I know you’re not one for surprises
but this one’s caught you off guard
Take it as it comes,
and hope to God it wont hurt hard
I’ll dress your skin with mine, because it’s a perfect fit
we’re becoming the same in person, we’re blending faces in the light
