Dreaming In Broken Images.

Dreaming in broken images.

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3 years ago

Habibi, I am yearning for you.

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Say yes to heaven,

Say yes to me.

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Melt onto me.

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3 years ago

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Your love is deadly.

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thepanjabistallion

2 years ago

“Then I, alone, and relieved to be alone, perhaps went to a movie, or walked, or returned home and read, or sat in a park and read, or sat on a cafe terrace, or talked to people, or wrote letters… And no matter what I was doing, another me sat in my belly, absolutely cold with terror over the question of my life.”

— James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

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