screams: queued! xx
What is Love? Love is a jubilant fountain of affection, that floods the hollow heart with happiness and overflows with joy. Like wind, fire and air, it is a natural ele- ment, an instinct to share, the caring heart laid bare. Lovers fill with fas- cination for each other, and see in the other’s eyes what their lives have been denied, and where their futures lie. Infatuation is the adolescence of true love. Romance is the fluttering of the heart, when the other departs. I cannot tame my orphaned heart’s remorse, or claim myself to be my very own, since you have roamed, and love has changed its course. You are true north to my heart What is Desire? Desire is a coveting need, an urgent greedy appetite to acquire and consume to satis- faction. Unlike love which seeks to serve, desire is self-serving and seeks its own reward. Lust is sired by a panicked yearning that erupts in passion and good sense and logic are dispensed. It is a spectre in the skin that leads the hand to sin. Desire dies when satisfied; Desire denies multiplied. I can’t still remem- ber even today the way your shirt was torn and how I glimpsed a treasured hint of your perfect form. And with that quick glance desire was born Photography and text by Duane Michals, 1999Also
oceanisity: I want to sleep with you, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. I don’t know, I guess something about being able to synchronize our breathing to our own heartbeats really attracts me to the idea. I’d love to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the smell of your hair. If I had my way, we’d cuddle and tell each other childhood stories before finally falling into a silent bliss. I want to sleep with you because I want to see if you snore, and if you do, I’ll tease you about it for the rest of our lives together. I want to be able to wake you up with a dozen kisses, just to stare into your eyes and silently communicate to you just how much I love you, because I just can’t find the words. Look forward to waking up to the smell of pancakes and pure sunshine, but don’t go anywhere. Yes that’s right, I’m cooking you breakfast in bed. ^ this is amazing 
tr-i-g-g-e-r-i-ng: This is so sad.
detention: queued~bye.


a beautiful struggle