The past and future are irrelevant, the present is everything.
Kickin it in Boston

 

leaveyouapen:

"I want to Explore you."
I want to explore you, No not sexually.
I want to curve through the lines on your hand and practice palmistry ,
I want to run my hands & caress every single wound on your flesh,
I want to explore you, No not sexually.
I want to dive into every single tear in the ocean of your eyes,
I want to skip on your lips and savor the honey of your kiss,
I want to explore you, No not sexually.
I want to use the colors of your smile and paint a portrait of your happiness,
I want to inhale the aroma of your perfume like a bee deep in a flower garden,
I want to explore you, No not sexually.
I want to tiptoe on every single eyelash of your opticals from one eye to the other,
I want to plant seeds in your heart and grow a meadow of red roses,
I want to explore you, No not sexually.
I want to bring the sun and the rain down to you and form rainbows in your hair,
I want to travel to every continent of your bone structure and taste the nectar of your forbidden fruits,
I want to explore you, No not sexually.
I want to sample the palpitations of your heart and make an instrumental for the soundtrack of your being,
I want to walk into the dimensions of your soul and discover the planets that it holds within it,
I want to explore you, No not sexually.
I want to learn every Noun, verb & syllable of your body language and write you into a poem,
I want to explore you, This would be an unforgettable journey.
Written By jeancarloinkwellpoetry

leaveyouapen:

"I want to Explore you."

I want to explore you, No not sexually.

I want to curve through the lines on your hand and practice palmistry ,

I want to run my hands & caress every single wound on your flesh,

I want to explore you, No not sexually.

I want to dive into every single tear in the ocean of your eyes,

I want to skip on your lips and savor the honey of your kiss,

I want to explore you, No not sexually.

I want to use the colors of your smile and paint a portrait of your happiness,

I want to inhale the aroma of your perfume like a bee deep in a flower garden,

I want to explore you, No not sexually.

I want to tiptoe on every single eyelash of your opticals from one eye to the other,

I want to plant seeds in your heart and grow a meadow of red roses,

I want to explore you, No not sexually.

I want to bring the sun and the rain down to you and form rainbows in your hair,

I want to travel to every continent of your bone structure and taste the nectar of your forbidden fruits,

I want to explore you, No not sexually.

I want to sample the palpitations of your heart and make an instrumental for the soundtrack of your being,

I want to walk into the dimensions of your soul and discover the planets that it holds within it,

I want to explore you, No not sexually.

I want to learn every Noun, verb & syllable of your body language and write you into a poem,

I want to explore you, This would be an unforgettable journey.

Written By jeancarloinkwellpoetry

This is how it works:
One day, you’re sitting on your bedroom floor among all the debris of your life with a knife at your wrist and packets of pills and you’re drunk and crying and you don’t see any way out. Just the knife. And you wince when you see blood and realise you can’t even kill yourself properly because it hurts.

Then, the next day, you’re sitting in the park and you’re watching blossom fall. You’re watching the blossom and these kids, who are molesting a squirrel that keeps running away from them. You feel warm for the first time in months. You can’t even picture the knife. You even remember to say, “good afternoon, Mr Magpie, how’s your wife and family?”, because you know it’s meant to ward off sorrow and God knows you’ve had enough sorrow of late. You’re watching those kids, the blossom, the magpie and you’re really glad you didn’t press down, that you’re still here.

This is how it works: you’re sad until you’re not. You’re not alright until you are. And winter will stick around however long it takes for spring to arrive and make the city live again.

#38 - April 15th (via blood-and-magic)

samdesantis:

princessfucknugget:

some days you do big things and conquer the universe and other days you’re really proud of yourself for making a spectacular grilled cheese and not killing yourself but either way it’s all good 

a very important post

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