~ Friday Vibing ~

 

"They slipped briskly into an intimacy,

from which they never recovered." 

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

Summer Night in the City

Wondering, wandering.
Never knowing what I'll find, never knowing what I'm looking for.
Waking up early, falling asleep late.

Velvet dress spinning, spinning, as the electric beat drones on.
Slow summer night, whiskey in my mason jar.
The sleepless city lights are my stars in the sky.
Cast a spell, eyes open, eyes closed.

Basking in tonight.  
Until the sun rises and the birds sing to us while we stumble home.
Heels clacking as they hit the pavement.
Hands moving, blankets covering our bare bodies.


Goodnight, Good morning.

HUNGER OF THE PINE

Sleeplessly embracing
Butterflies and needles
Line my seamed-up join
Encased in case I need it
In my stomach, for my heart
Chain mail

Hunger of the pine
Hunger of the pine

Sleeplessly embracing
Yawn yearns into me
Plenty more tears in the sea
And so you finally use it
Bedding with me you see at night
Your heart wears knight armour

Hunger of the pine
I'm a female rebel
I'm a female rebel
I'm a female rebel
Sleeplessly
Embracing
You.

Realization grew on me
As quickly as it takes your hand
To warm the cool side of the pillow
I'm there for you, be there for me
I'll hum the song the soldiers sing
As they march outside our window
Hunger of the pine

Sleeplessly
Embracing
Sleeplessly
Embracing
You.

I'm a female rebel

Sleeplessly
Embracing
I'm a female rebel

Sleeplessly
Embracing
You.

Hunger of the Pine Official Video

"Last night, I kissed you. I kissed you in the front seat of your car. You held me, pulled me closer to you. Your breath held the faint smell of cigarettes. I love you."

 July 9, 2014 | 8:54 AM, Anonymous.

sketetal, raw, translucent, transformation, natural, reborn.

Bonds

 

Russian Photographer: Katerina Plotnikova

Dr. Dre's Letter to His GF

Summertime Sadness

WINTER WOES

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Excerpt from THE RAVEN, EDGAR ALLAN POE

the same old shit.