hi tumblr, it’s me.
i’m feeling like i’m in a funk. can you tell by how i am actually on tumblr?
the sudden and uncontrollable urge to upload anything to tumblr.
i made myself a fan page on facebook but i am afraid of judgement so i haven’t liked it yet so no one knows.
i’d like to finish this voodoo woman but my tablet is packed up and i dont have a desk.
here she is though
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
- Pablo Neruda
this DVD was on amazon for five dollars; my tablet has been packed up for two weeks.
everything is dusty, I broke my keyboard
since when do i post on my blog
“It’s smells like R. Kelly’s sheets.”
“But shit, it was ninety-nine cents!”
brokensilence137: Haunted house that takes people’s picture as they’re walking through.
I CAN’T LOVE THIS ENOUGH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA