Literally Forever Thinking About Morrissey "we're Both Bisexual. Real Hip, Huh? I Hate Sex"

in a complicated on again off again psychosexual situationship with late afternoon cup of coffee

Joy Sullivan, from "Long Division", Instructions for Traveling West

Paul McCartney in John lennons glasses

📢📢📢

I’m not blinded by starlight 

or drowned by sweeping ocean tide

when we lock eyes,

like how the lovesick poets describe.

Your eyes are November afternoons,

when the dusk falls early and the clouds grow sleepy, their eyelids

drooping as they disperse and fall to pavement,

their remnants rising into next morning’s mist.

Your eyes are a threshold, son of Hestia

an ancient siren song of quiet comfort,

calling to me as the mourning doves call

to predawn hushes of childhood.

Your eyes are the sweet dregs of honeyed tea

staining the ceramic of the mug by my bed,

growing colder as I extricate the fabric of my heart

and embroider them into these hopeless sonnets

with inkstained needle and thread,

so that I might trace and retrace the dips & curves & valleys of their letters

through the blurred eyes of an infatuated insomniac.

Teddy boy Paulie ❤️

Spoiler by Hala Alyan

on my way! to live yet another day in my fucking life.

strawberry fields forever

the years by alex dimitrov