Category Archives: Beauty
Body of fiction
The sunlight on your body is like the Circular glow of the bedside lamp on Page 81. The silk duvet is your dust Jacket. The only one that I’ve ever Kept on. Your vertebrae constitute The image that’s on the book’s
Body of fiction
The sunlight on your body is like the Circular glow of the bedside lamp on Page 81. The silk duvet is your dust Jacket. The only one that I’ve ever Kept on. Your vertebrae constitute The image that’s on the book’s
Quinn
The sleekness of the black leather binding Of my Moleskine reminds me of her little Black dress. The zipper is like the tassel That keeps track of the page, taking me Back to my favorite parts. Wide-rule Paper is enough
Quinn
The sleekness of the black leather binding Of my Moleskine reminds me of her little Black dress. The zipper is like the tassel That keeps track of the page, taking me Back to my favorite parts. Wide-rule Paper is enough
Taphophile
There’s something beautiful about cemeteries. The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face. The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world. Words
Taphophile
There’s something beautiful about cemeteries. The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face. The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world. Words
Anatomy of an angel
She’s cinematic With razor-sharp cheeks Innocent lips And a tongue that silently misbehaves She smiles more at night, when there’s no color Highlighting her beauty spots, like my favorite quotations But you can’t leave out her fine print collarbone Nor
Anatomy of an angel
She’s cinematic With razor-sharp cheeks Innocent lips And a tongue that silently misbehaves She smiles more at night, when there’s no color Highlighting her beauty spots, like my favorite quotations But you can’t leave out her fine print collarbone Nor
Shrine
It’s why I go to sleep To see that dreamy face of yours I wake up in the middle of the night Just so I can see that smile The one you get when you’re dreaming of me I look
My tomorrow (part 2)
She gets up and walks towards the window. She grabs her scarf from the chair and drapes it around herself. The way the morning light reflects off of her naked body is poetic. I follow her to the window, and I
My tomorrow (part 2)
She gets up and walks towards the window. She grabs her scarf from the chair and drapes it around herself. The way the morning light reflects off of her naked body is poetic. I follow her to the window, and I
4×6 or A4?
A picture is worth a thousand words. I’d rather have the pages. All folded up and carried around in my wallet. The wrinkles and creases don’t distort the beauty of what’s written, they add to it. You can feel the
4×6 or A4?
A picture is worth a thousand words. I’d rather have the pages. All folded up and carried around in my wallet. The wrinkles and creases don’t distort the beauty of what’s written, they add to it. You can feel the
A modern classic
Blonde hair that’s darker at the roots Tied back, with a loose strand that’s swept behind her left ear Thick brown eyebrows Awnings above grey green eyes She’s given up on mascara, because it doesn’t last Useless really, like the
A modern classic
Blonde hair that’s darker at the roots Tied back, with a loose strand that’s swept behind her left ear Thick brown eyebrows Awnings above grey green eyes She’s given up on mascara, because it doesn’t last Useless really, like the
Chasing the sun
Oh my Two words uttered by us both In synchronicity As you watched the sunrise And I watched you With the sun reflected in your eyes
Chasing the sun
Oh my Two words uttered by us both In synchronicity As you watched the sunrise And I watched you With the sun reflected in your eyes
Salt, tequila, and lime
She’s some aphrodisiac But I wonder if your tattoos are scratch & sniff Because I want to breathe you in And fuck you with my words While she’d rather use her hands Licking off every trace of you As we savor
Salt, tequila, and lime
She’s some aphrodisiac But I wonder if your tattoos are scratch & sniff Because I want to breathe you in And fuck you with my words While she’d rather use her hands Licking off every trace of you As we savor
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