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Thoughts. Silly. I’d rather
sink my teeth in your neck,
seriously, knock you down
on the floor — all for love.
You’ll forget my lousy
poems but if I could just
mar you or something. Nothing
nice ever sticks but boy
a scar — If I could ever
really bruise you with
my feelings, them, so infinitely
forgettable & gone.
Him and Others, Eileen Myles (via xxacxx)

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yummydick:

sacred-black-fairy-jizz:

fuckyeahhardfemme:

i am incapable of not reblogging this

I could cry tbh

i am not worthy

I can’t even begin

yummydick:

sacred-black-fairy-jizz:

fuckyeahhardfemme:

i am incapable of not reblogging this

I could cry tbh

i am not worthy

I can’t even begin

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endymion-:

Tattoo Art by French artist Xoil (x)

seriously amazing. these look like collages. and I love collages.

(via transmanfeminism-deactivated201)





from “THE PERFECT FACELESS FISH” by Eileen Myles

lunch-poems:

I am beginning to know

I am gold a transforming

ship

the clipped end of an

utterance I was saving

for you when I saw your



swinging light

the door approach

and everything moves

      close

(via fuckyeaheileenmyles)


I find you in storms,
I feel you in the lightning,
I miss you in rain.