whoartgos:

we are the soft air
beneath something beautiful
easily glossed over

the faces between grey buildings
in aged cities,
let the darkness refine
your peripherals

ok?

too drunk to wander
home alone
might stumble into
something sharp

yeah

we are the collapse
your forgotten grin,

1 year ago
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stillness.

loqui:

a lake surface in my coffee cup
wakes me, gently.

steaming.
no spice, flat earth.
this is Sunday.

stomach slides
across the sheets
at last
a morning light
that does not scream.

between legs
a calm as natural
as water
he’s stopped shouting
put down his spears
across a campfire

for a field
of quiet

lips laying, content
across each other
as the sky
across the land.

1 year ago
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detention:

im following back tons!!

detention:

im following back tons!!

(Source: unfascinating, via weird-as-tits)

1 year ago
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