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i smell of sleeplessness and lubricant.
it is three thirty-six in the morning
and i am still choking on your semen.
i created an ocean twice over
and birthed a volley of hot breaths,
i built stone walls and broke them down
for you.
when you cross your ankles
around my hips
i know you want me close
and my heart swells.
i am writing beautiful one liners lately
hoping enough fragments
can form from the body i am missing
and create a (w)hole
you can love,
so can i just say,
i love you.
i want to say it until i break,
until i bring the seas
crashing to your feet,
drowning me in you.
i feel unsafe with these words
tangling themselves on my tongue,
promising never to be spoken
but losing themselves in the evergreen forest
growing in my mind.
i let go.
i am in your arms and sharing your breath;
your chin is not smooth as it rubs against my neck.
i am every heartbeat discordant in our chests,
every trail left behind by fingertips.
i am several pieces of a person,
shrapnel from an explosion,
but i am yours;
so can i just say,
i love you.

melissa elbee, “fragments” (via writers-sickness)

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nataliakoptseva:

Klimt, Gustav

The Bride

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It’s really important to me that April loves camping, so I went ahead and set up the ultimate campsite love nest. Complete with beautiful starlight. We’ve got champagne. Also rose petals. As you can see, they smell terrific.

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foodffs:

Peach, Bacon and Ricotta Crostini

Really nice recipes. Every hour.

Move. As far as you can, as much as you can. Across the ocean, or simply across the river. Walk in someone else’s shoes or at least eat their food. Open your mind, get off the couch, move.

Anthony Bourdain (via ilustis)

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