Give me an IPA and I’ll piss for weeks, take away my IPA and I’ll get pissed pretty damn quickly.
Let me erase you
and abate these stagnant thoughts
Free my anguished mind
Baited by romance
On a short yoke I am kept
Subjugated love
That awkward moment when your best friend realizes that every piece of advice you have ever given him has been quoted from Star Wars.
Answer:
You know, anon? I think it would be great as well.
Thank you for the compliment of being in love with me and my writing.
a rough caress on supple skin
is delicate upon burdened youth
calloused palms lend conviction to filthy cuticles
as muddy boots pave boulevards of reverie
a bridge that is built o’er treacherous bouts
is held aloft by brawn and clout
but that strength which prevails in vigor
is void without the humanity of dirty hands
I would trade away a year in time
if every day of that year could be Monday
an entire 365 days for just seven quiet hellos a week
muttered from beneath a mass of thick bristles
and accompanied by a smile
Submission from the honest writer
There was a guy on Tumblr awhile back, not sure if he is any longer but he started a blog about sexuality and his own sexual journey. I was really intrigued by the concept of documenting myself through my personal interactions with people and after a brief conversation with the guy I gave in and submitted a picture of my own. There is a lot of talk and opinion that surrounds those who post nudes of themselves. People question their intentions and judge them based on ideas that make them uncomfortable. I initally posted this anonymously but upon coming across it tonight I found it beautiful in a way. The human form is amazing and not at all something of which one should be embarrassed regardless of figure, size, or deformity. Maybe that guy knew something that I didn’t.
(via siqdix)
articulate to me the implications of your love
from the perspective of your intentions
whisper to me the aims behind harsh words and hesitant caresses
so that I may illuminate you amidst the pitch of your soiled reputation
At a bar last week I heard talk of her. They called her “different” and “unusual” claiming she was a bit “off her rocker.” I went the very same night to get a look at her. Sometimes I sit and drink cups of coffee and write descriptions of her in my notebook, details of her life that I could not possibly know. She asked me once what I wrote of, I told her I was not yet sure. I surprised myself when I realized it was not entirely a lie.
