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After the first glass of vodka
you can accept just about anything
of life even your own mysteriousness
you think it is nice that a box
of matches is purple and brown and is called La Petite and comes from Sweden
for they are words that you know and that is all you know words not their feelings or what they mean and you write because you know them not because you understand them because you don’t you are stupid and lazy and will never be great but you do what you know because what else is there?
Frank O’Hara (via observando)
matthewcincotta:

She’s much happierIn her new lifeWithout me
I wonder if that’s true.
Nostalgia is driving Guiding me down old streetsPlaces I have come to fearBut used to love
Her gentle lipsHer warm, loving embraceHer magnificent smileHer radiant laugh
Her eyes.Her beautiful eyes.
What happened to us, Rachel?
Nostalgia takes a sharp leftHeading down Front St.Out of town to places I have come to missBut used to fear
Her indifferent lipsHer cold, emotionless embraceHer counterfeit smileHer sarcastic laugh
Her eyes.Her beautiful eyes.Turned to stone.
This nostalgia is blinding.
Do I only miss the good things?Or do I miss HER?Do I miss US?

matthewcincotta:

She’s much happier
In her new life
Without me

I wonder if that’s true.

Nostalgia is driving
Guiding me down old streets
Places I have come to fear
But used to love

Her gentle lips
Her warm, loving embrace
Her magnificent smile
Her radiant laugh

Her eyes.
Her beautiful eyes.

What happened to us, Rachel?

Nostalgia takes a sharp left
Heading down Front St.
Out of town to places I have come to miss
But used to fear

Her indifferent lips
Her cold, emotionless embrace
Her counterfeit smile
Her sarcastic laugh

Her eyes.
Her beautiful eyes.
Turned to stone.

This nostalgia is blinding.

Do I only miss the good things?
Or do I miss HER?
Do I miss US?

Regress

matthewcincotta:

I try to be a better me
And all the while I am regressing
Moving forward in the wrong direction
My soul becomes more shattered
My mind more distorted
With every tick of the clock

I am better off of in solitude
Where my mental degradation
Affects no one
But myself

matthewcincotta:

We once were strangers Lost in a cold, unforgiving world Searching desperately for warmth We once were acquaintances Excited, awestruck. Inseparable. We were eager to conquer We once were lovers Our hearts were full Yes, we once were in love We once were machines Bored to death from repetition We were machinists, rebuilding our love Entering the realm of a cold, familiar world We once were amnesiac, disappointed We were hammers in a sea of blood Resentful Struggling to repair the damage We once were friends Guilty at the sight of one another We were bandages that hid the scars Indifferently existing to remain We once were stubborn We once were sorry We once were Something Now, we are strangers Knowing of each other We are lost in a cold, unforgiving world Searching desperately for warmth But it was nice to know you.

matthewcincotta:

We once were strangers
Lost in a cold, unforgiving world
Searching desperately for warmth

We once were acquaintances
Excited, awestruck. Inseparable.
We were eager to conquer

We once were lovers
Our hearts were full

Yes, we once were in love

We once were machines
Bored to death from repetition

We were machinists, rebuilding our love
Entering the realm of a cold, familiar world

We once were amnesiac, disappointed

We were hammers in a sea of blood
Resentful
Struggling to repair the damage

We once were friends
Guilty at the sight of one another
We were bandages that hid the scars
Indifferently existing to remain

We once were stubborn

We once were sorry
We once were
Something

Now, we are strangers
Knowing of each other
We are lost in a cold, unforgiving world
Searching desperately for warmth

But it was nice to know you.

POZ Video Premiere: Back And Forth - “Left Alone”

matthewcincotta:

propertyofzack:

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Back And Forth have a new EP out this month called Setting Sail. PropertyOfZack debuted “Left Alone” from the EP last month, and we’re happy to be premiering a music video for the song today. Watch the video below!

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Check out my bands new video for our single “Left Alone”

Only my books anoint me,
and a few friends,
those who reach into my veins.
Anne Sexton (via observando)
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
Ellen Bass (via feellng)
lovingmalemodels:

Dane Goodwin by Dylan Kruger @stoneelephants 

lovingmalemodels:

Dane Goodwin by Dylan Kruger @stoneelephants 

wrrench:

I melted a cheese string and now I dunno what to do with it I’m not hungry I just wanted to melt something