today was a "not a stitch of underwear" day. no one knew but me... i felt my jeans rub across my bare lady parts. my tank held the girls nicely but i felt the friction on my piercings occasionally. i wonder if it made me act differently as i interacted with others?
“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.
Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized
that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.”
Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies”
"The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say: ‘Here is your home country.’” ~ Nizar Qabbani
"the power of love came into me, and i became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star." ~ rumi
i don't know how to post a video from tumbler... but have mercy... watch it!
oh the joy of a florida sky!
"I'll be waiting here. For your silence to break. For your soul to shake. For your love to wake." - Rumi
“Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”
"Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances." ―Maya Angelou
“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.”
Clementine von Radics
“From the standpoint of daily life, however, there is one thing we do know: that we are here for the sake of each other - above all for those upon whose smile and well-being our own happiness depends, and also for the countless unknown souls with whose fate we are connected by a bond of sympathy. Many times a day I realize how much my own outer and inner life is built upon the labors of my fellow men, both living and dead, and how earnestly I must exert myself in order to give in return as much as I have received.”
And your sweet voice followed me in my ears,
And I thought of how your skin would feel beneath my hand
~ Roberta Sykes
“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”
~ ee cummings
here we are in whispered daylight.
unending arousal runs
through caressing fingers
as the thought of you
makes a mess of me.
and i doubt everything.
say those words on me;
the ones that leave your mark
and sing themselves
to the dark air.
I dreamed I spoke in another's language,
I dreamed I lived in another's skin,
I dreamed I was my own beloved
― Clive Barker
the decadent sweetness
of your mouth on my soul
drives me to beg.
tell me a story.
breathe it on my wetness.
drink my reply.