L’obscurité de l’être.
This city is like a warm cunt after years of solitude.
& my father asked,”Is that whiskey?”, so I replied “Of course… I’m your daughter, aren’t I?”.
It’s stupid how we always seem to do it again…
Fucking hell… I need all of this, right now.
Some suffer sadness from lonely summer times, some are weak & some find that in the end everything is fine. & on some days, some nights… Yellow daisies dance to moonlight while the other flowers sleep & dream of love.
Yellow Daisies, by Fertile Ground.
This reminds me of how you get all cat-like and animalistic sometimes when I give you permission to touch yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in this position, but it looks so desperate and needy that it instantly reminded me of you.
Can’t believe what you’ve done to me…
& the harder I fight, the better it feels…
Twisted (re:jazz Mix), by Ultra Naté.
Filling my empty, lonely nights with memories…
Now raise your left hand from your head & look at it. See the lines defined where ancestors written rhymes? This is your story, it exists in the past & the future, it is who you will become and who you come from, & through the prickling pain we remain comfortably numb, in great depression light tunes we hum, with the goal of mental clarity, sanity in scarcity. I know the true ones like me are a rarity, even now i feel trouble communicating, I wanna float to the sky where my people waiting…
— Youtube comment.
Something else is hurting you — that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips & rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
— Charles Bukowski
All the things I did, all the things you did… & all the things we’re still doing.
I love seeing marks on you. That one time that I accidentally bit your lips when we were eating crepes together left a mark that I couldn’t help looking over at with a bit of a wicked thrill that whole week.
I’ve said before that I love you in pain. The marks I leave you are like pain writ large on your skin in my handwriting. I want to inscribe entire poems, novels, vignettes into your flesh that speak to how deeply I love you.
*jealous sigh*
Belleza.