we draw lines in the sand and then we cross them.
your skin is all ink. poetry and bite marks. temporary tattoos, stolen glances, hickeys on your thighs.
don’t worry. it all fades eventually.
we sit on opposite sides of the world. we sit. we freeze. we freeze and we freeze and we kiss until we are ablaze.
beneath my fingers, i can feel your heart beating. i can feel your heart stopping. my skin is icy july and burning december nights and my mouth is bruised from yours and loving and dying are all the same, i think.
when you are young, you love.
when you are young, that love burns out like a dying sun.
when you are young, you turn your heart over to the stars.
she still lingers on my lips. i do not want her to stay there. i want every last morsel to slip between my teeth. chew. swallow.
this is the last supper. somewhere in this room, there is a judas. she will kiss me and i will think she is a messiah. sometimes we forget the difference.
sometimes it’s all the same thing. ”
how loving her feels. (via poppyflowerpoetry)
Other people are not medicine. ”
It took me 9 years to figure that out (via l-eer)255317
"Cosmic Matter" by Alejandra Sáenz
This is so cool. You normally only see lightning for a split second and it’s gone, but since this is looped, we see the beauty over and overThe more you look at it the cooler it is