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punkindoe:

darkness is afraid

punkindoe:

darkness is afraid

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“Senses”
You can see happiness
slowly creeping into her smile.
You can feel her long, brown, curly hair
as it hits your face, dancing with the wind.
You can feel her penetrating gaze,
that gaze that can rip your soul out,
leaving you humbled and exposed in her eyes.
Those same eyes that are filled with life,
with joy, with laugher, and with hope.
Those eyes filled with innocence and with love,
those eyes that are dying to tell a story.
You can feel those lips that are craving for life.
You can taste the pureness of her soul.
You can touch her gentle skin,
until you have memorized every inch of her body,
every curve, every bone, and every scar.
You will memorize her and you will have her in your dreams,
and sense the warmth from her hands,
and the smell of her perfume,
the taste from her lips, 
and hear the sound of her voice.
t.b

@5 days ago

"The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing."

Charles Bukowski (via lettheworldend)

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@6 days ago with 44161 notes

"He asked, “What makes a writer?” “Well,” I said, “it’s simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge."

Charles Bukowski (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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@6 days ago with 41379 notes
euo:

“Ernest Hemingway once wrote, “The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.” I agree with the second part.”
Se7en (1995) dir. David Fincher

euo:

Ernest Hemingway once wrote, “The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.” I agree with the second part.”

Se7en (1995) dir. David Fincher

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@5 days ago with 1527 notes

it’s present there everyday, every time.
we may choose to ignore it, neglect it will ever catch us,
but it continuous to creep up on us, that bitter coldness that binds us. 
little by little, on day at a time,
the cold ruthless hands of death gently wrap our lives.
“we are invincible! we are eternal!”
those are the words of children, the words of dreamers. 
those are the words everyone wants to believe in,
the words I’d like to say without knowing I am lying.
suddenly they are gone,
and you were caught thinking life was forever,
dreaming about what you would do tomorrow,
instead of living the moment you has next to them today.
you will regret you didn’t do more, or say more, or live more. 
you will deem life senseless, your existence pointless. 
you will be in rooms full of people but feel completely alone
because you will only be searching for their face in the crowd.
you will beg for on last hug, one last talk, or one last kiss. 
you will fantasizes the if’s,
you will remember the when’s and imagine the who’s. 
you will crave the warmth of their skin one last time
you will keep them alive in your dreams,
in your memories, in your everyday talks. 
and they will remain in this world until you forget them,
until their and is uttered one last time.
t.b

@5 days ago

The sun was shinning down on all of us
warming our bodies, our souls and our lives.
That winter madness, that penetrating coldness was finally gone,
those short days and long unbearable nights no longer tormented me.
I could see little kids running through the park
chasing ducks, falling down, and screaming unreasonable sounds.
Maybe they were words but who knows and they certainly didn’t care
but they were sounds of joy and wonder and it was music to my ears.
The ducks ran away scared and jumped into the safety of the pond
where they were untouchable, playing to be masters of their small domain.
Such elegant creatures, with that perfect hair that never tousles out of place
and living with a passivity that every human being would envy.
The flowers seemed to be ashamed in the light of the sun,
he had been away for too long, he has left the alone.
But slowly the sun will seduce them to open their flowers,
to burst color back into the long lasting whiteness that has prevailed.
It was as if the world stood still for a moment
for the lovers who were sitting on a bench, 
professing their love with the subtle touches of their lips
and with warm caring words coming out of their mouths.
I continued to sit on that green grass
as it comforted me like that perfect blanket I never seem to find.
I wanted to stay there forever, roaming carelessly through the world,
like the sun and the wind,
bringing everything back to life in the short lasting spring.
t.b

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