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Corsican vendetta knife with floral detail

che la mia ferita sia mortale"may my wound be deadly"


Corsican vendetta knife with floral detail

che la mia ferita sia mortale
"may my wound be deadly"

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“This is the kind of love poem that gets dirty —
I want to say I’d take you out to dinner, runs my toes over your ankle under the five-star tablecloth, but I’d actually just drive you to the highest cliff I could and shove my fingers in your mouth. I’d love you so hard you bruised from it, moaned into me that you wanted more. We’d find the kind of motel that people don’t use for anything else, fuck five times on a mattress that has seen thousands of lovers like us, bleeding over its sheets. You’d pretend not to know my name and, God, look at this — I am volatile for you, all fingernails and bent knees. Nothing about it would be tender, I’d be a gut wound and you wouldn’t even mind.
This isn’t the kind of love poem that promises anything permanent, this is the kind of love poem that says that I want to tear you apart just for the hell of it, want you naked, want you trembling. This is the kind of poem you don’t tell your parents about, go home the next morning with my name bruised onto your thigh, don’t speak of how we set the world on fire and clung together as it burned.
This is a dirty poem about the ways I would love you deep, like a disease. This is a dirty poem about how we leave ourselves in ruins. This is a dirty poem about the ashes of the war.”
—This is a Dirty Poem | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)




a presentation by futile-space and alexemrulz


Actually glasses are symmetrical and humans are drawn to symmetrical things and that’s why certain shapes or types of plants, etc, are more attractive to the human eye. Glasses, especially sunglasses, even out the face and make it appear more symmetrical.

And that is science friends

so scientifically, hot guys with glasses are even hotter. excellent.

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“I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you
what spring does with the cherry trees.”
—Pablo Neruda, “Every Day You Play”   (via budddha)

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Furrow his brows.
Wear lace while doing laundry,
make him walk over and pull at your hips,
make him want you with the lights dimmed low,
but watch him when you say no.
Watch his eyes when you put his hands
back at his sides.

Listen to him realize that
sometimes you will not want to be touched,
sometimes your skin doesn’t want holding.
Listen to his fingers relearn themselves around you.
Listen to them forget ownership and
remember permission.
Measure his worth by this.
Find in this whether he is
worth both your body or
your time.

Man-ual | Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)
“Oh rascal children of Gaza. You who constantly disturbed me with your screams under my window. You who filled every morning with rush and chaos. You who broke my vase and stole the lonely flower on my balcony. Come back and scream as you want and break all the vases. Steal all the flowers.
Come back… just come back..”
—Khaled Juma, a Palestinian poet from Gaza.  (via castnuri)

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Anonymous asked: I fell in love with a girl I can't have and it's made me so soft and I hate it.


It’s okay to be soft. Hell, it’s even good to be soft. Where’s the comfort in being rough and jagged? Be soft. Be broken. It’s painful and it’s hard and people use it to hurt you, more often than not, but I’d rather be like this, all gut wounds and bleeding, than go back to being stony-faced and close-handed. Fuck people who tell you not to be soft. Fuck people who tell you not to get broken. Get broken. Fall in love with girls you can’t have just for the hell of it. Write poetry about how hurt you are. Tear your fucking walls down and let the world ruin you, I swear to God, it is exhilarating. Feel everything, totally and unapologetically. Let it stain you. Be soft. Live like you’re dying.



(we are all dying.)





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