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Весь этот тоскливо-отстраненный голос текста беседы которые я стараюсь так подчеркивать набирая текст себе самому, тяжелые пальцы ударяющие по горизонтальным поверхностям города. Шаги, шаркание, нервное постукивание пальцами по перилам, остановите все остальные звуки и начнется дождь, горы падений тел, молекулы опускающиеся на поверхность. Сила притяжения и полярность мельчайших частиц, структур, работают одновременно, останавливая всякое действо. Огромный мегаполис в миг замер и раскатился грохотом. Набегающие волны шума захватывали пространство. Становилось душно, воздух словно откачивали, освобождая пространство для этих ритмов.
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what i prefer to do here is to be their silently and to look at you.
at you eyes, that are so brown. and at your hair that so curly.
and at you skin, i’d like to drawn in your skin. is it even possible, imagine. but no it impossible for me to not think about it.
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experiences of tenderness.
where is my edges I'm the edge that degrades
it is floating it
i going out of myself
you atoms my atoms taking in for ever
i made from that molecules of everything that i met during my time
star dust i react i hear my body is a contact
i was not born that way that is my experience of tenderness
with water with brick with you
i’d like it wound be passive
i want to edit code i want to see body’s molecules that won't be with me
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so i fell in love with that guy that i saw for a first time. and i decided that i want a marriage and have children with him.
and it appears that he was kinda clever and funny. like totally clever as he read that postmodern novel in english, like i have no idea what id going in there even in russian. and than we went out together and he also was a good kisser.
And than! I found out that he also was interested in me kinda. and i started looking at my face in the mirror, and like oh what the fuck. so i find out what was wrong about him.
so ‘no thanx strange boy’ i said. ‘no thanx’.
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- Eve, - i said.
- You like ate that dumb fruit from fucking tree of the knowledge , - i said.
- Eve, er, you like the first woman ever, - i said.
- What should I do, - i said.
- Fuck off, - Eve said. - I’m depressed.
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Город наблюдал. Я стоял на балконе опершись на подоконник и рассматривал бегающие по краю сигареты соседа желтые точки в пепельнице. Перед глазами рисовались образы болезненных ожогов на бледной коже проходящих по улице людей. Голые тела скользили по переулку, отражая грязноватый цвет стен. Их было немного, одновременно я мог рассматривать не больше семи человек. Они шли спокойно, мерно переступая трещины в асфальте. Небо напоминало о своем присутствии многочисленными вспышками.
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я за шагом шаг шагаю
я вдыхаю-отдыхаю
вот глаголы как слагаю
умираю-умираю
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what was the last thing you cried for
eh it was 10 minutes ego and I was thinking how pathetic i am
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