“Your boyish reassurance is not reassuring when I need it
And all of my devotion turns violent “


“Futaridake no dansu”

“ We have so many stories untold “

/ reblog / / tags: journal, music, mood,

03 17 2018

often do i forget the sound
of laughter at still moments
so remind me
gently, sweetly, harshly

twisted sheets spun around,
tongues abating anger
pick my head apart
break this unceremonious hubris

ensnare me again
with your caress
turn me again
towards your arms

with every bite
you, me, entwined
send sparks with your fingertips
and tug at my heartstrings

—again and again
make me stay.

the formula to happiness is trickier than you think. (you + me…amongst other things)

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please, sir, i’d like to know where corners turn into avenues. i’d like to know when to stop.

how do i stop?

your bluest blue
makes the most
wonderful hue

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took the long route all the way to iloilo—antique has such a pretty coast :> i like the different lifestyles we passed. one thing for sure, they’re all health conscious, even running with just their flip flops at dawn. grabbed taho for a quick breakfast then stopped by tibiao for a breath of fresh air.

k.