December 2008
She was the smell of cigarette rock and roll
rentedsurroundings:
Striking matches down cobblestone lane ways. Transfixed by each spark. Ignite my foreign surroundings. As I awake to her presence, she walks into the depths of the blue moon’s embrace. She was the girl in the shadows you wanted to see more. Break the silence, as puddles are awoken by not so fancy footwork. And she fades away with no paper trail, but I breathe a fate of...
one good story
After closing, in the girl’s bathroom, the man who had spent at least fifteen minutes telling me about his fabulous wife guided two keyfulls, one after the other, to my nose, whiped the excess off tenderly with his thumb, asked “Can we just stay here and make out for a minute?” Without a hint of self consciousness: “Can I just respect your beauty?” I still don’t...
Thank you, Tumblr.
havent-got-a-prayer:
skysignal:
havent-got-a-prayer:
Tumblr has made me realize that good people do exist. It has made me realize that I do not suffer alone, just as I do not rejoice alone. It has made me see that this world, with all its cruelty, is a much better place than I thought. It has brought me to know people with insight and encouragement to offer, when I swore that such...
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