ok i am going to try this one more time
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goodbye x
kissing is a language. it can say goodbye or hello. it can wake sleeping beauty and communicate a million things that spill clumsy like mud if spoken. a kiss can ask questions and it can answer then. it can reply to things when no other words will do. kissing is a language. so, wordless, lets discover and redefine the dictionary.
then lets kiss in metaphors and similes. lets kiss in cliches and in slang. colloquial kisses and formal kisses. lets kiss and let laughter bleed through until we are just two maddening grins meeting. angry kisses and makeup kisses. spiderman kisses. vjday kisses. edison’s kisses. a judas kiss. our kiss.
i wish i could write about kisses forever. i havent even used the word lips yet in this post. LOL ONLY KIDDING IVE USED ‘KISS’ SO MANY TIMES NOW IN THIS POST IT HAS LOST ALL MEANING APART FROM GENE SIMMONS.
oh wow i just spent ages doing one of those surveys and oh god am i boring luckily the tumblr crashed before any of you got to read it but nevertheless my ask is always open for any questions you want boringly truthful or pathetically poetic answers to ok
the lioness roars her liberation plans, conspiring in the language of confinement that does not yet have a word for ‘freedom’. her bars are not musical but physical, announcing wordless arias of imprisonment pleading her innocence and announcing her intent to escape.
i studied human biology in an emtpy attempt to discover what makes it impossible for the human skeleton to turn around and give itself a hug. i studied human biology for five years and all i discovered is that is that the heart is not an abstract home for any sort of emotion like love. the heart is not a bone that can break and heal. the heart is just a muscle and mine is tired out.
the internet has made everyone so afraid of body language and facial expressions. yesterday i saw a dead body in the street and i didnt look away because in real life there is no scrolling down or changing channels and besides i was trying my best to look fabulous do you think one day soon somebody will invent glasses that make everything look like a photo from instagram
you’re not cute you’re creepy but i wouldn’t mind if you creeped on me.
what the fucking shit tumblr honestly this is a train ticket i thought the paint sample sheets were bad but this is just a train ticket stop it now ok stop it
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LETS BE SONOROUS THEN SILENT THEN CACOPHONOUS AND THEN STILL
i know your’e secret
you are mad too. but you don’t let it show, casting a feathered face with inquisitive eyes and sensible coats. quiet curiosity hides the thousand thoughts that fly every second inside your mind.
yet her relation with the mirror was now far more intimate since she knew she saw herself within it
look in the mirror and greet your reflection with an honest smile. enthusiasm undampened by weariness. your reflection is an unopened envelope. reach out and shake hands share stories and advice. try a new angle. then when the day has unwound and the moon is coming home say goodbye to your friend and climb through the mirror and let him climb back in to you.
healthy bowel movements is the name of my new dance routine. why does grass come in blades (or blankets). shake hands with your skeleton how do you do lovely weather today isnt it
