I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making...– http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2011/12/my-new-year-wish.html (via neil-gaiman)
In this love, you are like a knife, with which I explore myself.– Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena (via sheismywhore)
to know you
mywrds: oh for a map so i can know you showing the paths that others have tread but a map is paper just marks on a page no heart or soul no touch or taste from just a page there is no soaring the heights of your peaks over tops of your trees i cannot see the green of your valleys no verdant fields in search of seed i cannot thirst in your barren deserts nor drown in the depths of your sea but i...
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My words: Sin and sinning →
mywrds: I look at you Standing in the shadows Waiting waiting for me You canot see me as my eyes trace the lines Of your face The curve of your breasts your hips and the flush of desire burns in my bones as it does whenever I think I want you I want you And then I remember how with…
It’s how I’ve felt this past week. Off. Down. Sad. I’d love to write something, but my thoughts border on the dark side at the moment. I guess I miss people, and wish that things would be different. Who knows how long this will keep up? P.S. To help my mood further, I’m listening only to sad songs, which of course fuck me up more.