Posted 11 hours ago
My hobbies include editing my life story, hiding behind metaphors and trying to convince my shadow that I’m someone worth following.
Rudy Francisco (via becauseimlexie)
Posted 11 hours ago
You see,
I’ve written like a million poems
hoping that somehow
you’ll jump out of the page
and be closer to me.
Because if you were here,
right now,
I would massage your back
until your skin sings songs
that your lips don’t even know the words to,
until your heartbeat sounds like my last name
and you smile like the pacific ocean.
I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.
Rudy Francisco, Love Poem (via larmoyante)
Posted 11 hours ago
No i’ve never been in the military, but i have this purple heart. I got it from beating myself up over things i can’t fix.
Rudy Francisco (Honest)
Posted 11 hours ago
People tell me I give real bad hugs. It feels like I’m trying to escape. Most of the time it’s because I am. Like secretly, I get really nervous every time someone gets close enough to hear me breath.
Rudy Francisco (via mon-pays-et-paris)
Posted 11 hours ago

You gorgeous earthquake.

You cracked hourglass

with sand spilling from behind your ribs.

You wasted my time.

Rudy Francisco (via jfcortes)
Posted 11 hours ago

Last night, I had a dream.

In this particular dream,
I died in my dreams,
then awoke not knowing
I was still sleeping.
I decided to walk.
You see, that night
I walked in my sleep.
I slept in my walk.
I walked backwards until
I saw you for the first time
and I could barely muster the courage
to introduce myself all over again.

I’ve been trying to find the right words.

I’ve been trying to take the right steps
for what seems to me like
thousands of years
but something always seems
to go wrong between us.

We lived in Egypt.
I was the Pharaoh’s slave.
You were his daughter, and
loving you led to my death.
They claimed I seduced you.

After they stole my life,
I was resurrected as a mason.
I made the foundation for your house.
We met eyes for two seconds.
You left and I didn’t see you again until I died.

I came back as a caterpillar,
I turned into a butterfly.
I landed in the palm of your hand,
you brushed me away,
and the rejection killed me.

When I awoke, I was a kick drum.
You were a snare.
We were both owned by
this drummer named Cozy Cole
and when he died, so did we.

But I came back just to look for you.
I left notes in random places
hoping that you would
stumble across them.
I carved our names in trees
and then prayed that
it would jog your memory.
I whispered your name
in the wind hoping somehow,
maybe some way,
my voice would reach you
but it didn’t and I died.

I died early.
I died young with bread crumbs
in my hand just hoping
that you would find me
but you never did.

So they buried me,
and when they buried me,
they put these coins over my eyes
and I used them as bus fare
to get back to Earth
just so I could look for you.

That’s why sometimes when we hold hands, every so often, I tend to hold on a little too tight.

And I’m sorry.

I just don’t want to lose you again.

"Again" - Rudy Francisco (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)
Posted 11 hours ago
Every year two million people die of dehydration, so it doesn’t matter if the glass is half full or half empty, there is water in the cup - drink that shit and stop complaining.
Rudy Francisco, Complainers  (via simplemomentschangeus)
Posted 11 hours ago
You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego. Or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her, because you don’t destroy the person that you love.
Callie Torres, ‘The Heart of the Matter’ (via hatelyn)

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Posted 12 hours ago




The most beautiful thing I’ve read today by far.



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Posted 12 hours ago