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15/30

we were floating through turquoise skies
when you fed me lies
and sang the same reprises
that you sing tonight-
but in your bones
is a warm home
where i’d like to reside
if you’d just swallow your pride.

(Source: lothedino.blogspot.com)


14/30
the greens so mean
that when it screams
it feels complacent. 
time gets patient. 
ticking slowly 
as the walls 
move in the basement.
the air feels heavy, 
smelling of yellow haze 
and warm gin.
sinking ito our skin. 
tasting like 
fresh committed sins.
homeboy asked, 
"is your life on drugs?"
I gave him a mug.
He laughed 
and gave my face a hug.
All we know is 
peace, tree, and hair grease.
Blow til our souls weak.
Act like you know me.
But you ain’t my homie.
(this was actually a freestyle rap, i do those sometimes.)

(Source: lothedino.blogspot.com)


  -  17 April

Shame on me for changing?  Nah, shame on you for staying the same.



abklyncabride:

MUSIC: @vhvl - v

AH YES! the lovely and talented drops a quick little freestyle. I get so hype when she drops shit, she’s so dope!

love this.


13/30

the last time we spoke was in the parking lot of my apartment. we looked at my neighbors door for what seemed like hours sneaking glances at each other through every reflective surface that was there until the neighborhood feen tapped on your back window. 

we laughed for about two minutes and forty seconds (or the duration of Talamak by Toro y Moi) about the situation after you ”handled it”. 

before you leave we talked about astrology and how every lover (you & i) have ever had the pleasure of loving romanticized things like stars and pain compressing them to mere fractions of what they really are. oversimplifying them until they are just a gesture, like a swift breath on ones shoulders that travels 

down their spine and passes their ribcage as it travels back up to their mouth passing the three freckles on the left side of their chin that mock constellations.

we both had to work early. so we exchanged solemn goodbyes.

every time we part i wish i could tell you how i feel and look you straight in the eyes. but every time i see you airplanes get stuck in my throat. i just hope you could see past my smile lines.

(Source: lothedino.blogspot.com)


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