January 2009
37 posts
“God is love.
Love is blind.
Ray Charles is blind.
Ray Charles is God.”
She Likes Our Band.
rentedsurroundings:
3.23am.
She likes a good mix of blues acoustics and a moonlight vocal. A taste for silhouette smoke hounds. Rock mainly. Infused with smooth jazz, a melting reverb, and a groovy bass line that keeps her rolling. She danced like tribal folk. She had you waiting on tip toes. And she was by the door where the fire lights. Closed minds play the waiting game, but she was as free...
I found this in an old journal. I still think it's...
havent-got-a-prayer:
emilyfofemmely:
I think maybe the real tragedy in this life is that we can never, no matter how many drugs we ingest or books we read, see the world through someone else’s mind. There is no door leading into John Malkovich’s brain. The mind you’re born with is the one you’ll die with, regardless of how you change or grow. And you modify, detract, mutilate, sculpt or...
Skin 2 by Shane Koyczan
I don’t imagine you saran-wrapped in black latex or seeping out the edges of something tight and red
I don’t close my eyes to dream of your back arched at the impossible angle of a bow pulled tight encouraging your shoulder blades to drip the blood of stockpiled broken hearts but I hope the sound of you not shielding your eyes from my blinding humility will...
