to the moon and backfishes in a cowboy's hat
~eu sou só um ditongo decrescente.
i'm hungry.
Newest
for a dreamthe brightest lightfor a dream
a children's painting of a dinosaur
the longest wave
the deepest ocean
a shiny crystal
the deepest dream
the closest smile
a messy room
the tallest tree
a strawberry
a room full of love notes
an untied necktie
an open window
a sanatorium
a nurse
a fallen night
a sweet nectar
a close smile
a deep ocean
the deepest ocean
the deepest dream
the hardest blowin
by ~w0rds
arco-iris monocromaticodizer que o céu é todo azularco-iris monocromatico
sem olhar pras nuvens
ou se preocupar com a noite
esperar os dias passarem por você
e você não por eles
dar um pequeno sopro na primeira peça
apreciar a imagem daquilo tudo
desabando
pegar o primeiro avião
e não olhar pra trás
subir até o topo da montanha
by ~w0rds
the stars aren't deadthe dolls won't stop dancing as long as the water falls as long as the promises echothe stars aren't dead
time will show us the way and then maybe, just maybe we'll stay the same.
follow the way through the green valleys wind calls and we don't know where from or where to and we don't care
maybe we'll reach a village or two where people are still alive and the law is the world we'll be pleased to meet them and then turn back and run
we'll forget the past and make our own post-tomorrow and the snow that's our new world &nb
by ~w0rds
denialnunca fiquei afundado no nada nunca vivi cercado por monstros infundados nunca passei pela entrada não quero caminhar sozinho por essa estrada.denial
não quero viver. não quero viver essa negação.
não ultrapasse a linha- me deixe só, aqui estou.
estou rezando pela chuva, estou beijando e adorando o chão, estou olhando pros céus e indagando coisas que não sei o que são, estou fechando os olhos e escutando respostas jogadas em vão.
mudanças são bem-vindas, não quero saber aonde vou viver, eu só sei que estou longe.
e eu não que
by ~w0rds
Random Favourites
two tired children‘when the sky falls,’ she whispered softly, playing with the ends of his hair, ‘will you hold my hand?’two tired children
they sat in plastic chairs under the streetlight and staring at the stars. the road was empty and the city was hollow, littered with neon advertisements for underwear and french fries. the wind was cool, but not biting, soft and fresh around her neck as she hugged her body, grasping her shoulders and crossing her heart. she’d only brought one bag and she held it between her feet. her little red case of cds and jewelry. all he had was his guitar. she’d never seen him without it. they traveled light, perhaps hoping it’d rub off o
by ~aquene
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