people don't place blame for the wreckage of falling (enamorados).
who used to sit by watchfires for people who were coming home? how long did they wait. did they wait alone.
love feeds and it burns? no one minds that flicker.
sometimes you can be in love with the invented place more than the flesh you own/the flesh that plants itself all around you--
je pense en nutella crepes, le musee rodin, et la cinematheque francaise. LESIGH.
"lovers were expected to be catburglars, masked by nighttime, their flesh illuminated by the occasional shaft of moonlight." Mmmmmm. Delicious.
What is life, what is joy without golden Aphrodite?
May I die when these things no longer move me--
hidden love affairs, sweet nothings & bed.
via:: diane ackerman "a natural history of love" [do read this]
I met a boy, he wore a seatbelt
He kissed my cheek in the back seat. (cocorosie) via:: na tal ia, http://natalalala.tumblr.com/<3
(((still) RENDERing.
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