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Here we are again
at the base of this poem
about a man
ashamed of the hands
he touches other people with.
Too stubborn to admit love
when it’s stuck in his throat
like hard candy,
like juice gone down wrong.
He can’t stop coughing it up.
Here we are again,
me and this poem,
trying to persuade you
that it’s romantic,
not to be chased but to be
held off,
to make friends with the waiting room
but not the people in it
because the people keep changing
but me and this room
we just keep on
waiting.
Funny how things can tell you
exactly what they are
and you’ll still find a way
to be surprised
and disappointed later.
It’s not the room’s fault
that nobody likes waiting.
It’s not the man’s fault
I keep crawling down his throat
and making myself
a choking hazard.
SAME OLD, SAME OLD by Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
love is never enough
its always stupid and unnecessary, uncomfortable and hurtful.
Coração não é tão simples quanto pensa
Nele cabe o que não cabe na despensa
Cabe o meu amor
Cabem três vidas inteiras
Cabe uma penteadeira
Cabe nós dois
a banda mas bonita da cidade
I’m wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you’re still around
the great pretender
After all these years, one thing that i have always cherish, always have put on top of everything, is Friendship.
I can say, that, without my friends im nothing.
Some of them need me to protect them and guide them, and some of them do that for me, and i feel safe and loved, its something thats never gonna stop to amaze me, how people can give so much love unconditionally after all these years, i know i chose the right people to be by my side, good, kind, funny, smart people. And i love them.
Unconditionally.
Where is this love? I can’t see it, I can’t touch it. I can’t feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can’t do anything with your easy words.
Closer (2004), Dir. Mike Nichols (via wnq-movies)
