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two doves

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two doves

in the dark melting of your irises like chocolate i found what i thought i was looking for but they turned to cold coffee sometime around 7 a.m. when the sharp relief of your collarbones couldn't lift me up enough to care the bruises beneath your eyes haunt me and like ghosts they cling to the rush of air behind me as i walk-- i told you things like how never let me go was the saddest book i'd ever read, how i cry over the things that never mattered and it's hard to get me to respond to tragedies tangled up under the cheap quilt in your living room we confessed little things and you kissed the freckles on top of my ears --the g

your eyes were paleblue sleepy

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your eyes were paleblue sleepy

all i want is someone to play piano ballads for me, and not promise me anything so nothing gets broken. saturday night i almost said "kiss me just for the sake of it" because you were looking at me with those eyes too long to be safe, but i didn't say it. i definitely feel you cracking my ribs open enough to come back into my heart but it's okay because you're not the type to make promises.

yellow is

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yellow is

you look beautiful and awash with sunshine through my eyes, even when you don't deserve to be so stunning, well, you still are. because the stars and an occasional moon may come along and challenge your light, but you - you are too gloriously imperfect for your own good. and your sunbeams reach other people, but i swear sunshineboy that i am yours, and it is the unapologetic brokenness of your light to mine that makes us invincible even when night has fallen.

sleeping under ice

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sleeping under ice

He was the fish trapped under the ice in winter, the snap of half-frozen branches underfoot. He sat inside and still felt the wind knives pressing against him. All the birds had flown north long ago, in the last memories of autumn. He'd watched them go. Then he had headed to the piano and played for hours until his fingers cramped up and then he sat, and cried against the ivory keys. Their imprints were against his cold cheeks when he shuddered awake the next day. Sometimes he could still taste her pomegranate-scented lotion. Or at least he thought he could, in those dazed in-between moments of awake and asleep. Most of the time he couldn'

oh hey look, a portrait.

turpentine

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turpentine

there was a blackbird outside my window and i thought of you when it flew away. i dream in subtle shades of red, and the smell of turpentine is still lingering when i wake up, consistently alone. -- we were standing against the balcony in the art museum, leaning our summer-pressed selves on the railing. we looked at each other and left our skin out to dry. "do you ever feel completely helpless?" you asked, fingers scuttling around the paintbrush you held. anxious. you looked sad and terrified. my heart crawled up my throat and i stared at my feet- yes, i do. -- perhaps if we had said goodbye on that final day, our separation wouldn

the definition of migrate

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the definition of migrate

i am brittle-boned, hollow, a bird about to glide into the warmth of your hands. (i am going to fly away - i will leave at midnight.) you're breathing slowly as if it will affect the time that blinks, blurry, as if you're making it slow down, and we try to squeeze out every small drop of memories we could be forming. we are stars (we are going to fall, we will hit the earth). we're a cigarette lit underwater - - you are a bird too, the one which my ribs cannot cage. (i set you free.)

etched into the asphalt.

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etched into the asphalt.

I used to believe in you the way some people believe in hard work and human kindness: unconditionally. Necessarily. (I believed in your hair and the way you talked and how you laughed. I don't know whether you are, but I am sorry, okay.) You felt so bad when you accidentally tripped me, once, and my knees bled onto the asphalt. "I fell," I would always tell people. "I tripped her," you'd say, ashamed, and I told you it didn't matter. I had fallen, all the same. There is no way to accurately put into words the emotion sparking the air when we sat underneath that pine tree in the sandy grass at the edge of the field. We were sweaty and ha

love long and prosper.

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two doves

t

two doves

in the dark melting of your irises like chocolate i found what i thought i was looking for but they turned to cold coffee sometime around 7 a.m. when the sharp relief of your collarbones couldn't lift me up enough to care the bruises beneath your eyes haunt me and like ghosts they cling to the rush of air behind me as i walk-- i told you things like how never let me go was the saddest book i'd ever read, how i cry over the things that never mattered and it's hard to get me to respond to tragedies tangled up under the cheap quilt in your living room we confessed little things and you kissed the freckles on top of my ears --the g

your eyes were paleblue sleepy

y

your eyes were paleblue sleepy

all i want is someone to play piano ballads for me, and not promise me anything so nothing gets broken. saturday night i almost said "kiss me just for the sake of it" because you were looking at me with those eyes too long to be safe, but i didn't say it. i definitely feel you cracking my ribs open enough to come back into my heart but it's okay because you're not the type to make promises.

yellow is

y

yellow is

you look beautiful and awash with sunshine through my eyes, even when you don't deserve to be so stunning, well, you still are. because the stars and an occasional moon may come along and challenge your light, but you - you are too gloriously imperfect for your own good. and your sunbeams reach other people, but i swear sunshineboy that i am yours, and it is the unapologetic brokenness of your light to mine that makes us invincible even when night has fallen.

sleeping under ice

s

sleeping under ice

He was the fish trapped under the ice in winter, the snap of half-frozen branches underfoot. He sat inside and still felt the wind knives pressing against him. All the birds had flown north long ago, in the last memories of autumn. He'd watched them go. Then he had headed to the piano and played for hours until his fingers cramped up and then he sat, and cried against the ivory keys. Their imprints were against his cold cheeks when he shuddered awake the next day. Sometimes he could still taste her pomegranate-scented lotion. Or at least he thought he could, in those dazed in-between moments of awake and asleep. Most of the time he couldn'

oh hey look, a portrait.

turpentine

t

turpentine

there was a blackbird outside my window and i thought of you when it flew away. i dream in subtle shades of red, and the smell of turpentine is still lingering when i wake up, consistently alone. -- we were standing against the balcony in the art museum, leaning our summer-pressed selves on the railing. we looked at each other and left our skin out to dry. "do you ever feel completely helpless?" you asked, fingers scuttling around the paintbrush you held. anxious. you looked sad and terrified. my heart crawled up my throat and i stared at my feet- yes, i do. -- perhaps if we had said goodbye on that final day, our separation wouldn

the definition of migrate

t

the definition of migrate

i am brittle-boned, hollow, a bird about to glide into the warmth of your hands. (i am going to fly away - i will leave at midnight.) you're breathing slowly as if it will affect the time that blinks, blurry, as if you're making it slow down, and we try to squeeze out every small drop of memories we could be forming. we are stars (we are going to fall, we will hit the earth). we're a cigarette lit underwater - - you are a bird too, the one which my ribs cannot cage. (i set you free.)

etched into the asphalt.

e

etched into the asphalt.

I used to believe in you the way some people believe in hard work and human kindness: unconditionally. Necessarily. (I believed in your hair and the way you talked and how you laughed. I don't know whether you are, but I am sorry, okay.) You felt so bad when you accidentally tripped me, once, and my knees bled onto the asphalt. "I fell," I would always tell people. "I tripped her," you'd say, ashamed, and I told you it didn't matter. I had fallen, all the same. There is no way to accurately put into words the emotion sparking the air when we sat underneath that pine tree in the sandy grass at the edge of the field. We were sweaty and ha

love long and prosper.

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Two Sides of the Same Coin

Dean Winchester - Wayward Son

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Pari

Spotlight

silhouettes.

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silhouettes.

i. listen, it's like this: i tried to tell you that i loved you, and you were standing right there but you were much too far away to hear me. ii. what i did was lay out in the middle of the street at midnight, and counted what few stars i could see through the silhouettes of the pine trees. my eyes were awash with memories and the yellowish glow emanating from the streetlights. it started to rain, then, at twelve forty-two. one drop landed on my cheek and ran across the bridge of my nose. i'm sure i looked like i was crying, but there was no one there to see. i pretended you were lying next to me, still holding my hand. iii. you are no
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obligatory end-of-2011 rambling

obligatory end-of-2011 rambling

it's definitely been a year of new things for me. just about all the things i'm very passionate about right now, i have discovered in 2011. i met my new year's resolution of learning how to play the guitar, and then also learned how to play the ukulele and the latter took over my life. i fell in love with the social network, and a lot of other things, but uh. especially the social network. that movie and its fandom and its cast and its everything are the pinnacles of my being. 2012 resolution: finish what i wrote the first 50k of for nanowrimo, and also watch as much supernatural as possible. :heart:, sophie p.s. my mood is spidey sense

favorite books

favorite books

it always fascinates me to know what a person's favorite book is for some reason. i think it just says a lot about them as a person, what's important to them, what they find interesting/entertaining, etc. my very very favorites are slaughterhouse-five by kurt vonnegut, the book thief by markus zusak, never let me go by kazuo ishiguro, looking for alaska by john green, and fire by kristin cashore. what's your favorite? :heart:, sophie. p.s. i keep having these moods where capital letters really disinterest me.

why I am AWOL

why I am AWOL

Dear loves, you can find me posting stuff all day at sophiepatronus.tumblr.com :heart: Also, I haven't really been writing. I don't know. Shit's been happening, unfortunately. If I do write, I'll post it. -Sophie :hug: p.s. I have discovered the beauty that is Firefly. this show is fantastic.

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