Je fais mes devoirs de la même manière que les gens tombent amoureux de moi : lentement, puis pas de tout.

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  • 20 hours ago

Faute de renseignements plus précis, personne, à commencer par moi, ne savait ce que j’étais venu foutre sur terre.

Jean-Paul Sartre (via ellednorih)
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ponderingcomplications:

I fell in love
and lost poetry,

and I found poetry
when I lost love.

I shed ink
the way flowers
do their petals -

These words
are too heavy.
I am wilting in place.

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L’intelligence et la passion se complètent.
L’intelligence sans passion, c’est ennuyeux
et la passion sans intelligence, c’est con.

Intelligence and passion are mutually necessary.
Intelligence without passion is boring
and passion without intelligence is stupid
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we were
like pictures faded,
faded in the same way aeroplane trails
drown in the sky
burning kerosene, spitting fire

you flew away at cruising speed
and i tried to follow
but i ran out of runway
before i could learn to fly

i was the moon
i followed you
as your car raced
down the motorway

so close yet so far away.
then the clouds came
and streetlights took my place

i was the blur through the windows
of a high speed train

i was in a rowing boat
and you were the storm
i capsized several times
and woke up wrecked on a desert island

us two, we were always going somewhere
but we never quite arrived
maybe despite it all
we were just connecting flights

A metaphorical poem using words about transport
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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid. (via alilah)
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celtic-poetry:

I’m attracted to your mind, your intelligence. But then there is your smile, this just so adorable smile. A little bit crooked and reflecting in your eyes. And then there is your kindness, your almost too big heart. You’re are beautiful, truly beautiful. When I see you, my heart aches for you. Every time.

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