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Crescere Superne = I will arise
Meaning of crescere: To build up to or reach a point of great intensity, force, or volume; growing
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Crescere Superne = I will arise
Meaning of crescere: To build up to or reach a point of great intensity, force, or volume; growing
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Pretty much everyday
The amazing moment when you and your best friend say the same thing at the same time..
and you just look at each other like
comment est votre blanquette?: chandeliersea: I like the way we laugh, lights on sleep-eyed. I like...
I like the way we laugh, lights on sleep-eyed. I like the way this is so comfortable. Comfortable like my oldest pair of sweatpants, like that couch we swore was magic, like sleeping in your own bed after being away. Like wet hair, no make-up, brushing my teeth in front of…
He had green eyes,
so I wanted to sleep with him—
green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool-
You could drown in those eyes, I said.
The fact of his pulse,
the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire
not to disturb the air around him.
Everyone could see the way his muscles worked,
the way we look like animals,
his skin barely keeping him inside.
I wanted to take him home
and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his
like a crash test car.
I wanted to be wanted and he was
very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
You could drown in those eyes, I said,
so it’s summer, so it’s suicide,
so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.
so I wanted to sleep with him—
green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool-
You could drown in those eyes, I said.
The fact of his pulse,
the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire
not to disturb the air around him.
Everyone could see the way his muscles worked,
the way we look like animals,
his skin barely keeping him inside.
I wanted to take him home
and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his
like a crash test car.
I wanted to be wanted and he was
very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
You could drown in those eyes, I said,
so it’s summer, so it’s suicide,
so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.
— Richard Siken (via cityyandcolour)
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