September 22, 2014


Just a rainy day
in the fall, no one but us,
home playing hooky
on the couch, song after song
on Pandora, the background
to watching the rain.

Peregrine

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September 21, 2014


paradoxicalvanity:


I can wait so well, even I sometimes mistake my impatience for happiness.

Peregrine

paradoxicalvanity:

I can wait so well, 
even I sometimes mistake 
my impatience for happiness.

Peregrine

(Source: mira-mel)

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thesensualstarfish:

If You’re A Bird… by The Sensual Starfish

thesensualstarfish:

If You’re A Bird… by The Sensual Starfish

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socialfoto:

In Harmony by BobbyRoy #SocialFoto

socialfoto:

In Harmony by BobbyRoy #SocialFoto

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And the sun in its soft yellow work gloves has come in through the window

davidkanigan:

I have been sitting here resting
after my morning stroll, and the sun
in its soft yellow work gloves 
has come in through the window
and is feeling around on the opposite wall,
looking for me, having seen me
cheerfully walking along the road
just as it rose, having followed me home
to see what I have to be happy about.

~ Ted Kooser. December 3. Clear and cool. Winter Morning Walks: One Hundred Postcards to Jim Harrison (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2000)

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Via Thrive

koreanmodel:

Jung Jiyoung for Zzin Oct 2013 by Jung Ji Eun

koreanmodel:

Jung Jiyoung for Zzin Oct 2013 by Jung Ji Eun

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This happens. You break apart
in my arms. I hold your pulse
in my hands like a new kitten,
raising it up against my cheek
to listen to its little purr.

Pieces of you fall around me.
Your legs have fallen open
on either side of my cock
and your lips lie under mine.
Your pulse is everywhere now.

I have so much of you to touch
before you pull yourself together
and I find myself beside you,
no longer playing in the yarn
of your unspooled desires.

But until then, I’ll move in you
in time with the purr of your blood.

Peregrine

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jonathancarrollstories:

There’ll be things you never asked her.Oh, how they tear at you now- Ben Howard
(Jonathan Carroll)

jonathancarrollstories:

There’ll be things you never asked her.
Oh, how they tear at you now

- Ben Howard

(Jonathan Carroll)

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