My random assortment of awesome pictures and words.
every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
did it take you long to find me?
you’re here now,
Our hands find each other without further discussion. Of course we will go into this as one.
topanga: i remember this one time i was trying to help cory with this poem we had for school. not just the words of it, but the essence behind it. i went over to his house, he read the poem and i danced all around his kitchen. and i put lipstick all over my face.
angela: and why do we remember that story so well?
topanga: cause i always thought that was the moment he fell in love with me. you know, he always used to be the one bringing me back to reality, i don’t know what happened to him.
angela: oh honey, you did. you’re the greatest influence in his life, topanga. he needs you to take his hand, dance around him, help him through what’s going on right now. baby, without you all he has is reality.
You couldn’t relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole—like the world, or the person you loved.