S’il-te-plaît soulage ma peine mon envie d’ailleurs

Je ne suis pas celle qui te dessinera un mouton

Je suis désolée j’ai pas la réponse

Tu es une oreille, et des bras

j’ai peur que ça ne suffise pas

soulage ma peine et mon envie d’ailleurs

mes cuisses engourdies

mon esprit embrumé

mon coeur alourdi

There are so many forms of intimacy you don’t put out of love. Drawing your portrait, grooming and playing with hair, sharing a secret, calling in middle of the night, sharing screencaps of conversations you had with your girlfriend, sleeping next to each others, crying on shoulder, inside jokes, rolling me up in a blanket while i’m falling asleep, covering me with your coat when i’m cold or stealing your shirt after a pool party in summer, nicknames, awful jokes about jews and cancer we’re the only ones finding funny, explaining the meaning of a scar, sharing ambitions and support each others, being the first one you call after your car accident, to confide when you fail, holding my hair when i threw up this one time i drunk too much to forget, showing you my poems, holding me tight, telling me i’m your only real friend/ like a sister/ that you consider me the same as your old friends you’ve been knowing for 10 years, finish each others sentences, taking pictures while you look away, sharing food, sharing books, musics, when you care for me after i’ve hurt myself this time i had enough and nearly jumped out of a car, playing vikings like kids with fake fur carpets on shoulders in the middle of Ikea, climbing up your shoulders at a gig, putting make up on each others faces, telling good night, talking to animals together, take a walk at night, running together under one umbrella during a storm at the Vatican, peeing together standing up while laughing, dancing, writing in your notebook, tattoeing sth on your thumb, saying “go fuck yourself” with a big smile, looking intensely into each others eyes.

Are you free of going anywhere you want?

Are you free of saying what you want?

Are you free of fucking whoever you want?

Your heart won’t go wild for a lot of people in your life. They’re precious, protect them. The sparkles in your eyes, this connection you feel, it’s not common. Keep them in your life by any price.

weavemama:

I am thankful for the Native Americans who continue fight for their rights and their land and refuse to abide by the societal expectations of pretending nothing terrible happened to their ancestors on this holiday

(via amours-selenites)