February 2012
Dream Lover by Bobby Darin
i spent the better part of saturday on my knees in the dirt, sorting earth, and clustering flowers. tall white stock, deep orange poppies, bright blue prim roses. i could describe bliss this way. i lit my candles tonight and my mood is somewhere between content, insatiable and productive. la sera is becoming my favorite music to listen to lately. do you read these words? i sat today in a church...
Fréhel | Si tu n’étais pas là
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it sickens me to think of you
a prevalance of void
unholy immovable
damned. gifts.
an overblown sense of his own importance.
i wish you were dead
forget about you.
crow
florid with
fantasies
it’s so awful
a perfect imitation
a liability to love
forget you
quite alone
masturbating
rot
disappointment
grotesque
your arms cradle
poisons
garbage
grenades
loneliness
...
“Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination...”
– Fernando Pessoa
via leda-swanson * rahgheer (via frenchtwist)
“I no longer want it all,
just some comfort
and some sex
and only a minor...”
– Love is a Dog from Hell - Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
