When Celine In Before Sunrise Said, “I Like To Feel His Eyes On Me When I Look Away.”

Bitter expectation

I kept my door open

Hoping you’ll come by

Hoping you’ll notice how my eyes rained

Hoping that you’ll ask what happened

Hoping you won’t buy my lie

I kept my door open

With a burning believe inside

That you’ll stop by my side

Thinking you’ll comfort me while I mewl.

I kept my door open

Trying to comprehend if I was right?

Lingering till midnight

Stacking up coldness from January wind

Deceiving myself that it'll be my last try

I kept my door open

Well-known that it’ll all become a waste

Knowing that I should leave the rest

I kept my door open even after knowing how bitter expectation taste.

Happy Friday the 13th

Riddle the Cat lookin sleepy and evil

he wrote poetry all over my skin

and i fell in love as he went on

we played stupid silly games

till it was the time for dawn

in the darkness of night

everything was full of ecstacy

there happened many things

with starry sky and you and me

your hands are intimidating

and how sensually you speak

caramel brown eyes

conspicuous, alluring physique

that moment was perfect

and how you did me undress

your face was bright as city lights

i didn't want to see anything else

-august

the night sky reminds me of you

Change, Strange.

maybe someday soon, we'll be there, together, forever.

"You look awful without me." She whispered in his ear as his hand rushed along with her waist.

They were dancing. It was dark, vague dark. The only thing they could see were their eyes glistening by the reflection of moon.

"I want this night forever, just with you." He mumbled slowly.

"You have me." she said when his fingers were moving through her lips until he moved forward to feel them with his own.

It was their first kiss and it seems like that went great. They had booked a hotel room near the lake so even they forget their hotel location, they could find it by lake.

She was taking her clothes off. He was gazing at her body as if he is watching something so as valuable as souvenir. The temptation he had to resist to not feel the delicacy of her skin was so cruel. His eyes were restless.

"Don't stare." she said furiously.

"I serve art." He replied with a kiss on her forhead.

They were writing an epic on eachother's eyes.

"How can something be so pleasing and painful at the same time.?" She questioned with ocean in her eyes.

All their life, they were longing for intimacy, a companion, a partner, a friend. And now they have eachother but they couldn't figure out the situation. Why is it so hard to accept that you are really in love.?

"This must be my most genuine hug." He said knotting his arms around her.

They danced that whole night, screamed on Taylor Swift, wrote poems, cried, laughed, played, jumped. It counted on the list of their best nights.

— Virginia Woolf, from “Carlyle’s House and Other Sketches.”

To anyone who needs it, this is Your good luck post

Your heres to a new job post

The money Is coming your way post

The like to charge reblog to cast

You. Are. Going to. Make it. Post

Today I start the job that will never make me cry because the schedule came out and I can already see which weeks I won't be able to pay bills. Today I go to a place where I can see sunlight, am encouraged to move and learn and grow. Im sending good vibes, good luck and godspeed to whever needs this.

A bouqet, for you.

i kept the lock lose,

just for his presence.

maybe he would come,

for that i cut the fence.

he came with matches,

and stones on his hand.

he burned everything,

just left me a bare land.

i loved him all my life,

but he shattered me so.

i kept him above all,

never wanted him to go.

i was living all alone,

he left me like a past.

i never fell in love,

he was my ever and last.