“It was that kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.”
Blookenine - 442
The sun is still up and yet, you can see the moon. Your cousins are running around, it’s the first fourth of july with your s.o. a couple of fireworks are being shot off, you can smell the grill with hamburgers and hot dogs on it. You hear a car pull up, it’s them. You can help the giant smile on your face as they get out and are greeted by the family. The long, fun, fulfilled day is ended with cuddling while watching a movie.
KLUTE (1971) dir. Alan J. Pakula
Poke me, keep me hidden like the little doll in your closet. Deep inside from anyone to find. Do your voodoo. Jam your nails in me. I agree, I’m so easy to pick on. Target me, blame me, push me, spit on me, bully me because I dont feel the anguish any longer. Make me bleed till all I can taste is metal.
The pain has become so bearable. You can’t lie when you’ve seen it all. Theirs no emotion in that little heart of yours, just like there is mine. There is no more warmth in bodies like ours.
Sigo sin dormir
Entre pensar en Tae y en mis sueños más profundos
Entre sus dedos y su voz
Entre el sueño y la realidad
Entre mi voz y este silencio
Aquí seguiré despierta a las 2 am
Pensando solo en él
Te quiero pero nunca volveremos a ser lo mismo. Ni tu, ni yo. Nos destruimos completamente
“Encontré un lugar del que no me quiero ir jamás”
Karanlığımın içinde ki beyaz bir nokta gibiydin, günahlarımın derinliklerinde ki lütfum.
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