Love is so short, forgetting is so long

"I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 02:09:45 -0400

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I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak
And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations.
I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet
In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be.
And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned
See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in Braille
And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless.
I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed;
It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended.
See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem…
It would be about you.

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared
But reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
You see, I’m not really a love poet
But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window
You see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me
Because if you were here, right now
I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the Pacific ocean
I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.
If I was a love poet
I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful
Even on days when everything around you is ugly
You see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

If I was a love poet
I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture
Every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart
It plays hop scotch inside of my chest.
Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again.
I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs…
Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.

I swear, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love
My first poem it would be about you
And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me?
And I said, put it like this:
I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life.
And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer.
If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat
Do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time
Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James
I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain
Even though it never rains in Southern California
And together, we could be music.

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend
I’ll say no.
She is my musician
And me… I’m her favorite song.

”

- Rudy Francisco, “Love Poem Medley” (via larmoyante)

iamsupernaturalsbitch: This. This is the move.

Sat, 18 May 2013 17:08:32 -0400

iamsupernaturalsbitch:

This. This is the move.

"I sit before flowers  hoping they will train me in the art  of opening up."

Sat, 18 May 2013 17:06:55 -0400

“I sit before flowers
 hoping they will train me in the art
 of opening up.”

- Shane Koyczan, The Student (via larmoyante)

melleigh: This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage...

Sat, 18 May 2013 17:05:48 -0400

melleigh:

This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage for as long as they like. Turning the crank on the side releases one penny every 4.97 seconds, for a total of $7.25 per hour. This corresponds to minimum wage for a person in New York. This piece is brilliant on multiple levels, particularly as social commentary. Without a doubt, most people who started operating the machine for fun would quickly grow disheartened and stop when realizing just how little they’re earning by turning this mindless crank. A person would then conceivably realize that this is what nearly two million people in the United States do every day…at much harder jobs than turning a crank. This turns the piece into a simple, yet effective argument for raising the minimum wage.

god damn

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Sat, 18 May 2013 17:05:08 -0400

"But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both."

Wed, 08 May 2013 05:07:31 -0400

“But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.”

- Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, “An Origin Story” (via larmoyante)

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sleepismyfriendandrival: Pillow Blanket OMG WANT

Sun, 05 May 2013 22:04:36 -0400

sleepismyfriendandrival:

Pillow Blanket

OMG WANT

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Sun, 05 May 2013 22:04:09 -0400

"Loving me will not be easy. Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won’t know how to..."

Wed, 01 May 2013 03:43:51 -0400

“Loving me will not be easy. Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won’t know how to handle all the things I’ve done wrong.”

- writingsforwinter (via anditslove)

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Wed, 01 May 2013 03:43:37 -0400

"You are always ticking inside of me and I dream of you more often than I don’t. My body is a dead..."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 02:25:01 -0400

“You are always
ticking inside of me and I dream of you
more often than I don’t.
My body is a dead language
and you pronounce
each word perfectly.”

- Sierra Demulder, “Unrequited Love Poem” (via larmoyante)

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Mon, 29 Apr 2013 02:24:27 -0400

bambolinas: kvntrn: Alex Phillips such a gorgeous photograh

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 02:22:51 -0400

bambolinas:

kvntrn:

Alex Phillips

such a gorgeous photograh

cjwho: Flexible Wooden Bookshelf Warps to Wrap All Book Sizes

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 03:42:26 -0400

cjwho:

Flexible Wooden Bookshelf Warps to Wrap All Book Sizes

"In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who..."

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 03:07:59 -0400

““In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.””

- Robert Brault (via larmoyante)

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Love is so short, forgetting is so long

"I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of..."

iamsupernaturalsbitch: This. This is the move.

"I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up."

melleigh: This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage...

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"But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both."

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sleepismyfriendandrival: Pillow Blanket OMG WANT

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"Loving me will not be easy. Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won’t know how to..."

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"You are always ticking inside of me and I dream of you more often than I don’t. My body is a dead..."

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bambolinas: kvntrn: Alex Phillips such a gorgeous photograh

cjwho: Flexible Wooden Bookshelf Warps to Wrap All Book Sizes

"In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who..."

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"I sit before flowers  hoping they will train me in the art  of opening up."