our lips

Charles Bukowski

🌹I will remember the kisses 🌹
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh

((today’s random dream log; i dreamt that hoshi set up a date for me and wonwoo by separately telling us that the other person asked us on a date so we showed up at this japanese restaurant, only to find out that hoshi was the one who set up everything))

- admin leen

I emailed Beauty Bakerie a few days ago to ask about their vegan products, and just got this ~sweet~ reply~

Thank you for your interest in Beauty Bakerie Cosmetics Brand! All of our Lip Whips, GELatos, Sugar Lip Scrub and Lip Whip Remover are 100% Vegan. Our EyesCreams except for Sugar Coated, Cookie Dough, Pancake and Sherbet Bar are Vegan. Our BROWnies except Auburn are Vegan. Products that are not Vegan contain Carmine, which is a red dye derived from crushed beetles found in many products. All of our Flour setting powders are vegan except Pink. If you have any additional questions please let us know!

Stay Sweet,

Beauty Bakerie

“This Is All Your Fault!”

For, anon.

From, SPRING BREAK PROMPT LIST!!!–Check it out!!! HERE!!!

Amaro was fuming in Barba’s office his glare was a match for Barba’s.  Barba was currently scolding Amaro for not doing his job.  Amaro, however was not interested in anything that Barba had to say.

“This is all your fault!” Barba pointed angrily.

“No, it’s not. None of our squad is responsible for this!” He shot back. “You know, sometimes this is just how it goes, counselor.”

“Oh, really?” Barba was now crowding Amaro’s space and he wasn’t particularly disliking the distance.   

“Yeah,” Amaro swallowed. “Really. It’s,” he took a breath. “It’s not our,” he licked his lips. “…Fault.” Before Barba knew what he was doing his lips collided with Amaro’s and Amaro flinched. He pushed him away, but immediately regretted it.

“Wow, you know what detective–”

“Kiss me.”Amaro cut him off and pulled him into a kiss.  

Realistic fanfictions

“Our lips finally met. He tasted like those burritos he had for lunch. This is actually really gross. Oh god, I don’t want to ruin the moment though. I wonder if I have any mints in my bag I can give him. This was a bad idea.”

We are desperate to be loved. Our fingers shake and touch our lips to the taste of affection. We force our selves to smile, sit still and pretty, bat our eyes, and pout. We want to be noticed and wanted. Everyone wants to be desired and lusted after. Goals in life revolve around being with someone you truly love. The search for passion and warmth is frantic and chaotic. We’re raking our hands through turmoil, crying for care. Our knees are week and deep into the chase. We will keep digging until some of us drown, absorbed in the absence of vehemence. Some will have their arms stained red to their elbows, coming up with a glimmer of what they’ve always wanted. Those are the lucky ones.

We substitute the want for love with drugs, sex, and facades. It’s unbelievable the tight hold the thought of love has on us. It makes us do unmentionable things just to feel worth, as if our lives do not have purpose without it. And maybe it doesn’t. We suffocate at the thought of not being able to hold the person we want. We are so desperate that we pray to even have a dream about someone just to finally know how it would feel to touch them.

Some people feel numb all their life until someone changes that. The power of love and affection are unimaginable. We cannot comprehend life without it. That’s why we infuse the gooey and heart longing feeling into everything. Music, movies, shows, books, and pictures are drenched in the want for love!

We’re all kind of pathetic aren’t we?

look: this, light spilling like honey
from our lips. this, stars finding homes
in the leftover curves of our necks,
bleeding something holy into our skin.
look: this, where you sang until the moon
fell in love with us too. where we wrote
all our sins and set them on fire and danced
until the rising sun kissed wings onto our backs.
look: this, the exit wound you healed
by telling me it was a place for the cosmos
to enter and make me whole again. this,
the castles we built in our heads for each other.
look: let’s go and splinter the stars.
let’s run until we can fit the light in our bodies
and teach it not to escape anymore.
let’s run until we can find our way home again,
until we realize home has been inside of us
the whole time, waiting for us to return.
—  how to be whole again | a.c. for the infinitely wonderful @poisonlaurels
Kiss the lips of a writer; it is like writing a love letter without any paper.
Kiss the lips of a writer; they are purer than an unforgiving winter and sweeter than the depths of your beating heart. 
Every subtle curve- nature’s perfect poem and perfect match for mine
—  A @denmysterywoman and @teacup13 collaboration ❤❤