alle ängste werden wach
und alle hoffnung muss vergehen
Tag: krolfred
I watch the edge of his face in the dark. Its beauty is part of what binds me to him. I don’t know how to make this sound virtuous.
Anne Carson, from “Part V: The Anthropology of Water,” Plainwater: Essays and Poetry (via lifeinpoetry)
Hold me here. I believe in god and touch without barb
that I do not waste love in the slipping night, its many
wild faces dressed in red—— Muriel Leung, from “We Chase Our Freedom as Ghosts,” published in Hobart
gay
really gay
super gay
ultra gay
out of this world gay
so gay words can’t describe it
the gay that lords over all the other gay
SO GAY
und dich b e f r e i n !
But — just when I manage to harden my heart, he’ll turn around and be so sweet. I always fall for it. I don’t know why.
Yeah, not gonna lie, I have no idea what I’m doing right now. I think the nightblogging syndrome got to me. Or sth.
Inspired by the “hold my flower” thing: http://arozay.tumblr.com/post/47765889709/continueplease-louwhis-what
Nina Simone – Black Is The Color Of My True Love’s Hair
Oh I love my lover / And where he goes / Yes, I love the ground on where he goes / And still I hope / That the time will come / When he and I will be as one
And you showed me love of the deepest kind
And I will never find another love like you showed me love
And now I see
Penhales 