im in one of those ‘cuddle up with someone and watch a lame movie while i kiss their neck and casually take off their pants’ mood
Wait people actually watch movies with the hot people they date? Oops.
I’m laughing at everyone on here ripping apart ‘The Sound of Music’….you twats, it’s the STAGE production, NOT the movie jfc
After I leave you at your door
I walk back across the dark town
to sounds of birds waking and complaining busses,
engines reluctant to start the day.
El panadero stops in front of a tienda
and pulls a crate of pan dulce from his van.
He has been up all night,
kneading, sprinkling sugar,
drawing full trays from warm ovens,
covered in the smells of his shop.
He nods at me, as if I’m a fellow laborer.
I nod back, agreeing:
I have passed these hours caressing your back,
kissing your thin lips,
and dipping my face
into the fragrant curls of your hair.
Before I walk on, I say, ‘Nos vemos,’
which is half a prayer that like el panadero
I should return to work each night
until my hands mold to your body
and my skin holds your scent.
— Mark Brazaitis, ”El Panadero,” from The Other Language (ABZ Poetry Press, 2009)
I would like to die in love as I was born,
and as myself, of life impoverished, go
into the love all flesh begins
and ends in.
— Wendell Berry, from “Some Further Words,” in Given (Counterpoint, 2005)
I would listen to my heartbeat. I couldn’t imagine that this sound which had been with me for so long could ever stop.
— Albert Camus, from The Stranger (Libraire Gallimard, 1942)
On stage, I am in the dark.