Look, I Want To Find The Square Root /of Your Thighs.

look, i want to find the square root / of your thighs.

Salma Deera,  Letters From Medea (via lifeinpoetry)

Picture this: Two girls sitting on a roof under the stars, With a bottle by their side, Taking turns to sip its content. Picture this: One of them leans closer, The other can feel her warmth And her heart beats faster. Picture this: Her head on the other’s shoulder, Listening to her fast heartbeat Waiting for her to say something. For once, Please say something. Picture this: She looks into her hard eyes And tries to find any emotion That may lie under her eyelashes Waiting to be found. Waiting, waiting, never fading. Picture this: She leans closer once more, Closer, closer, closer- She can feel her breath upon hers, Wonders if the waiting will ever end And she makes it end. Picture this: Their lips touch, gently, tenderly She’s too afraid she’ll pull away So she restrains herself. The truth: She wants to kiss her with a burning passion But she’s afraid she’ll melt. She wants to tear her apart But she’s afraid she won’t be able to put her back together again. The truth: The other girl is waiting to be torn apart, Waiting for someone to burn her to ashes And she wants her to do it again and again. Picture this: They’re both burning with desire And they let it drive them for a change. The roof and the stars are a blur in their minds And they no longer know where each other end: They are one, and one they shall be until the end.

l.c. (via patloclus)

ATHENA: Is not laughing at one’s enemies the most delightful kind of laughter?

Ajax, Sophocles (via warpaintpeggy)

…Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.

Ivan Turgenev

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Fathers and Sons

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I asked: when this is over when this is won do you think the dead will forgive us? when this is over when this is won do you think we will forgive us? she said: if it will ever be over if it will ever be won I think there won’t be anyone left to pardon

C.P. (via abugwrites)

And she walked with heaven in her step, but hell in her eyes.

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