January 2012
79 posts
“All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each...”
– Lolita
“A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
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On a Certain Cocktail That ginger-lime scent that sticks on your clothes, your sweat, your cheeks that I always want brushed up against my own, whether through the accident within a daily embrace, or the times I fall asleep tactically creased within your arms. The tang of your mouth seeping sweet beer and that earthy after taste of cigarettes, how it is soothing whenever it reaches my lips,...
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kevinantiga:
I hate your big, beady eyes. I hate the way you taste. I hate the smell of your hair. I hate your body and the way it cried for an embrace. I hate your complexion for being as pristine and white like a pearl. I hate how you manage to resurface into my consciousness at random moments.
I guess regret only comes when I realize that I only had you for one night and that we had to...
“Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers...”
– Sylvia Plath, I Am Vertical
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xxclari asked: Hello bbg. Long overdue na yung catching up stage natin lol but we'll get there. Okay beer... though I don't drink beer. Loser much hahaha! Love you!x
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“I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry,...”
– Dean, Blue Valentine
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“We’re all a little weird. And life is weird. And when we find someone
whose...”
– Robert Fulghum~
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It is A Given as constant as electrocutions throughout the back: as in orgasm, as in fear or fright. as often as a hummingbird’s heartbeat (a thousand and 260 times each minute), multiply that by day. as the rapid fall of raindrops racing after the other or the repetition of all elemental cycles, “I love you, with all the shades of my core.” In times the phrase is...
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saktongwuyuepak:
Sa buhay pera at musika:
…Malungkot din ako kasi di makakanuod si Dorynna pagkat may bio field trip sila sa weekend, Fri-Sun. Boo. Sana dumating din yung ibang friends ko, pero kung wala, ayos lang din. Bawas kaba. Haha labo.
-Sorry I’m lame and I won’t be able to be there with you but I’m sure you’ll be awesome, nigga. I’ll bribe Manny...
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“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through...”
– Pablo Neruda
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Discourse of lovers absent of remorse This course of pain versus pleasure, pressure, underneath the skin, lingering sensations of a kiss. of one single apocalyptic touch, there isn’t much more I can do. nothing left to put on the table, I am drowning in joy, unable to satisfy further blanks and the normalcy of all-things yore.
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Nothing Else not the sweet yonder of a future, as if the nectar of certain passion was even possible: slow sticky saps of confident love spewing all-over our bodies, trickling softly against our heated skin. the allocation of an empty house, now removed. the empty house, is no longer made up of trees & fruits of vacant labor –a lonely endeavor. The pears and apples dance. The grapes,...
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The Afternoon Sun by Constantine Cadafy
This room, how well I know it. Now they’re renting it, it and the one next door, as offices. The whole house has been taken over by agents, businessmen, concerns. Ah but this one room, how familiar. Here by the door was the couch. In front of that, a Turkish carpet on the floor. The shelf then, with two yellow vases. On the right― no, opposite―a...
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Life Through A Bitter Spoon a piece of your soul: lost, left floating in front of a painting, where love was gained, then altogether, misplaced. a lonely thread creeping up your sleeve of lost certainty, wandering blissfully all-over the atmosphere. waiting to sew your torn overcoat, asking: Where has truth gone? a kiss without the warmth. a touch sans electricity. a meal,...
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Anonymous asked: I am glad you're amused with my game and I'd like to confess that impulse made me do it, because I am one of those people who'd rather do than wait. Thank you for being generous enough to not think I may be a monster shadowing you. Trust that I wont. Unless you ask. The best for your thesis.
Anonymous asked: Haha I too prefer Russians and South Americans. There must be something about Chile's water, yes? Isabel Allende fed me real fantasies and Neruda my romance. Dotsoevsky provided me conflicts and Nabokov my perversions. The English have tried but failed at teaching me common sense. But... I like giving them a fighting chance. Have a great day, Dowee.
Anonymous asked: So I see you've found it. I'm nothing but ecstatic. I see you like Nabokov, ever thought of Aldous Huxley? Anyway. I'm in the mood for more ice cream.
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imagine mo construction worker ka tas buong araw ka nagbuhat ng halowvlockz tas pag uwi mo, nakaligo ka ng warm shower, tas aromatic candles peg pa tas may calm music tas may isang sip ng wine tas humiga ka sa soft comfy bed mo yang feeling na yan.
xxclari asked: This thing you're having with that anonymous writer amuses me. It seems exciting having someone write for you in secrecy. I want that feeling.
