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Science Penguin [x]

i enjoy that every single human’s reaction to penguin is unrestrained delight

And penguins lack large terrestrial predators, so their reaction to humans tends to be, “HELLO STRANGE GIANT PENGUINS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DO YOU HAVE ANY FISH?”


Oh, my loveliest torment, where could I possibly begin? What could possibly be done? When all language is too small and my affection too endless? Know this, my love, your absence is too heavy to bear; the nights without you too black, too bare of stars, and leave an empty chill in my bones.

 I loathe the hollow days before you, before the world turned to melted gold, before this madness in my heart overwhelmed all that was sensible and common in me.

 I am intangible without you, a meandering spirit wandering neither here nor there; I am nonsense, without purpose or form and to put it quite plainly: I am lost without you.

 In my night hour wonderings I am darkened and turned to jealousy. How could he not know each night he holds the universe in his hands? How could he not be driven to near-death at the pressing of his lips to yours? How could he be so dull when he has seen you undressed? I tasted you tongue just once and it made me a poet. I want to snap his bones for not loving you like I would.

 I want to know all your gentle places, to dedicate every single last day to knowing which spots make you gasp and moan and scream and tremble. If only you knew how I wish to pleasure you, to worship you, to kneel at your feet and make a god between your thighs.

 You are astonishing to me. Why aren’t you here?

B e a u   T a p l i n   | |   A   L o v e   L e t t e r (via afadthatlastsforever)

i. nightfall folds over
like an envelope even though
I forgot to lick the
sticky side

ii. when the day sparkles
I feel the urge to
crawl towards the sun
and hug it
I’m not afraid
of the burn
I’m not afraid
of collapsing

iii. I’d reach for the core
of the forest
I’d delay the missiles
I’d scorch your skin
I’d open myself
onto you

iv. some mornings
all I can think of is
how brutal lust is.
despite it all
my dark mouth
still craves for you
oh god
oh god

jessica therese, “3 AM Thoughts” (via contramonte)
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