softerworld:

A Softer World: 821

(right in there)

You (yes you) don’t follow me but this if for you.

moderateclimates:

• You realise that you mean very little.
• You realise that your heartbeat is only a tiny part of the collective Pulse.
• You realise that you could vanish tomorrow, and only the trees outside your bedroom window would notice that the light no longer flickers on and off.
• You realise that you are…

theniftyfifties:

Marilyn Monroe studies a script in bed.

“Too late for anything, too early for nothing”
Tadeusz Dąbrowski

Unexpectedly we’ll meet again years later, 
quite on purpose we’ll mix beer and wine 
with vodka, to ride bicycles in the middle of the night 
around the estate, unexpectedly bumping into the high

kerbstones, trampling flowerbeds, cutting our cheeks 
on branches that have sprung up unexpectedly, then un-
expectedly to fall over, and pushing our 
warped bicycles, come to my place, to dress

our wounds, and then lie down to sleep, in the morning 
to copulate unexpectedly like animals, out 
of fear that something will unexpectedly return

that we felt years ago, copulating like people.

danapeugh:

Twiggy Stardust