buried.
i want to be buried
in you
in the warm depths of
your burly chest and
arms
to feel the hot breath
brimming from your soul
against the naked flesh
of my body
tangled into yours
(Source: i-nepto, via the-peony-deactivated20130101)
a piece
of you
for a piece
of meit was raining, it was pouring.
it got my hair, my soul, my heart, you.time to start counting
what is mine
and what is yoursthere are pieces of me
then there are
pieces of you
Speaking of people and the web, I found myself wondering the other day when I stopped thinking of the Internet (capital I) as a connected group of computers and started thinking of it as a connected group of people. I often find myself thinking, “The Internet is awfully cranky today,” or “That silly Internet, always cracking me up.”
I have a feeling it started with Tumblr. And I have another feeling that it’s a more profound shift than I realize right now.
Yess !
<3.
