Cuma gecesi post'u olarak, düşüncelerimi var iseydi hislerimi paylaşmak istedim. Ama geliniz görünüz ki bomboşum. Zannedersin Javier Bardem'in canlandırdığı, katillerin katili, psikopatların psikopatı, kötü saçlıların kralı Anton Chigurh gibiyim. O yüüüzdeen, size değişiklik yapıp, bu gece tumblr'da dolanırken takip ettiğim bloglardan biri Nick Cave'in journalini paylaşmış hadi bende benim adamımın journali nasılmış görün istedim. E iyi akşamlar efendim. I Origins'i izleyeceksiniz değil mi? Noooluur izleyin ve bana yorumunuzu bildirin.
21 Mart 2015 Cumartesi
10 Mart 2015 Salı
summers in her bones
“Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then. ”
You don’t say: But it was everything then. ”
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