February 2012
Solamente en las noches
extotocorde:
escribiendo he pedido, he perdido. en esta noche en este mundo abrazada a vos, alegría del naufragio. he querido sacrificar mis días y mis semanas en las ceremonias del poema. he implorado tanto desde el fondo de los fondos de mi escritura. Coger y morir no tienen adjetivos.
-Alejandra Pizarnik.
“Si dejo que me importes, lo único que acabaré sintiendo será sólo dolor.”
– (via tu-utopia)
You.
kdeem:
truthology:
I just want you. every aspect of your being: body, soul, and mind. and we don’t even have to utter a single word but let our energies transfer; allow for our bodies to physically produce the music. our bodies, our instruments. our bodies, moving in synchronised rhythms. I could trace your skin, you graze me with fingertips, you pull me in, and we inhale like, 3, 2 ,1,...
FACT: Being a lesbian doesn't somehow make me your...
You know you're a lesbian when...
youknowyouarealesbianwhen:
as you walk among a crowd, only the girls stand out to you.
Watchjennaanne01:
Heart (Original Song)
“So you’re gay?” That’s what they say, in a frazzled state. My hands are tied my mouth is wide they look to me. There’s confusion I’m improving my way. Because I’m learning how to reply when I speak. They always ask me how I know who I am. As if I need some kind of test or an exam. My mouth is sure and it’s able, my words on the table, I draw in air...
“Me duele la mente de tanto imaginarte aquí, a mi lado.”
– Pablo Neruda. (via ladamagris)
