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After the emotional trainwreck that was yesterday, I woke up knowing that I’ve come to an impasse. Its either Dani or a life of hoarding bulldogs.
(Source: amy--xo)
I am not a native
Your Catalan tunes walk through my mind
We cannot introduce ourselves; we do not speak the same.
But they offer to teach me their dance, though
I am not a native and I cannot use my words.
My blood is that of old plantation homes
Of church hymns, cotton, and pine trees
But it no longer feels like my own. Even here,
I am not a native and I cannot use my words.
These days my senses have been transfused with yours.
The rain drizzles against my window,
But I only feel Mediterranean air. Still,
I am not a native and I cannot use my words.
These days instead of grass, I feel sand beneath my feet,
In the mornings, I smell oranges;
I hear cathedral bells ringing, mingling with the soft strums
from your Spanish guitar.
I am not a native but I do not need to use my words.
Te quiero
are the only words
I need to know.
Love. Or bad breath.
Stuck in da middle wif you
(Source: johnsmithwillbemyconstant)
The haircut is probably a hint.
