your ailing heart and your criminal eyes

you could either be successful or be us, with our winning smiles, and us / with our catchy tunes and words - now we're photogenic, you know, we don't stand a chance.

❝iFor whatever we lose
(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves
we find in the sea.❞
(—— e. e. cummings (via itarilde)

(Source: forever-new-and-forever-young)

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you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?

Looking into
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.

…and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand(which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl’s
breast,
lightly)

Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered 



❝since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
.
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
.
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
.
And death i think is no parenthesis❞
(—— e e cummings (via asphyxiatenow)

(Source: cs.berkeley.edu)

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