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Audrey, 19. I study Europe, the french language, and development at the Ateneo de Manila University. I'm also that woman in the arena.
LOST TOGETHER by Hannah + Gabi
this isn’t working, for all i know it’s stifling in here, i’m holding back tears.
i think it’s better if we get lost together
and if all goes well, we’ll be out of here
and i can’t tell when we’d be back until
all the lust running through our veins
is satisfied and what remains
is the weight of your hand in mine.
“home’s where the heart is” i hear. it’s one lost promise, we fear.
we don’t belong here.
we’ll find our way fast, and we won’t trace the steps back
and if all goes well, we’ll be out of here
and i can’t tell when we’d be back until
all the lust running through our veins
is satisfied and what remains
is the weight of your hand in mine.
(via sashawantsmore)
Falling in love with you was a kind of melting, and
falling out of love with you wasn’t at all like rebuilding
ice cubes out of fog, but rather
evaporation, condensation, and then the rain
once more.
My heartbeat keeps me awake at night
and I don’t understand what language it speaks in so
I put a stethoscope over my chest and plug
it into my laptop,
but Google Translate
still hasn’t found how to translate water into words,
or an ocean into a novel
about the back of a whale’s throat.
The heart
is never as simple as a one-liner.
The heart
is a burning shipwreck under four thousand layers of sea.
What I’ve come here to do tonight is this —
salvage what I can from the wreckage
so that I can rise again, like a phoenix, into my own
skin.
I touch you and my heart undergoes the water cycle.
Evaporation and condensation, and then
always,
this rain.
"(Source: commovente)
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