My name is J Fernando Paniagua. 19. Introspective with a lack of tactic. Poet/Writer. Talk to me and stuff.

 

Message me a body part, this looks so interesting

Hair: What hair color looks best on you and what's your natural color?

Skin: Do you tan easily?

Eyes: What is your favorite show to watch?

Nose: What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance?

Mouth: Do you want to kiss anyone right now?

Tongue: What was in your last meal?

Windpipe: Do you sing?

Neck: Do you wear necklaces?

Ears: How many piercings do you have (if any)?

Cheeks: Do you blush easily?

Wrists: Have you ever broken a bone?

Hands: Are you an artist/writer?

Fingers: Do you play an instrument?

Heart: Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know?

Lungs: Do you smoke cigarettes?

Chest: Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?

Stomach: Do you feel confident in your body image?

Back: Are you a virgin?

Hips: Do you like to dance?

Thighs: Has anyone ever called you fat or ugly?

Knees: Have you ever cheated on someone?

Ankles: Have you ever been arrested?

Feet: Do you ever wear heels just for the hell of it?

Toes: Do you like country music?

Anyone?

†: I would date you.

∆: I would marry you.

*: You're cute.

: You're hot

©: I like you.

≈: I love you.

ß: I have a crush on you.

^: I want to be your friend.

Ω: I hate you.

◊: I like your blog.

∏: I would fuck you.

You’re different.

You place your eyes in the twilight of yesterday thinking the future can’t be any brighter.

Where does our radiant sun go?

Because yesterday I wasn’t in your arms, I want you to hold me tighter

And paint these blooms with hope

You place your thoughts that swim in an ocean of sheets thinking you will drown

In a sight of depth where you hold your breath and sink, sink, sink

To the bottom of harsh truths, will you make a sound?

With all the pain that yesterday brings, brings, brings?

You place your vulnerability out in the open hoping no one sees you nude

And smile in fear that makes you tremble and remember pain

And the love that slept on your breasts all afternoon

Woke up in the bed of yesterday

I place my eyes in the sun of your eyes and think nothing will be brighter

I know where my sun resides

The hurt of the world is so much lighter

In the shore of your skin, in the breeze of your lips, and the look of your eyes

I place my thoughts that drown in an ocean of sheets

Wrapped in passion greater than life

And into the pleasure we breathe…breathe, breathe

True desire, love and delight

I place my vulnerability for you to see me nude

And we both lay undressed intertwined

Today I only wish I slept on your breasts all afternoon

Today I woke up with you in my mind

To the question: “How are you different?”

                You’re the only one that crosses my mind countless times no matter what I’m doing, who I’m with, and where I am. I can be nude with you, literally and metaphorically and you accept me. You adore me. You’re the only one who has ever given me a picture album filled with pictures of us. You’re the only one I’ve ever kissed in front of my parents. You’re the only one I’ve ever shared a bed with for over two weeks and they were the best two weeks of my life. You’re the only one I’ve ever gotten into a heated argument but to me it only shows that you care and you’re trying. You’re the only one who has listened to The Smiths and Him just because I ask you too because they mean a lot to me. I’ve never written so many songs for anyone but you. You enjoy my writing and give me feedback and give me even more inspiration to write. You never make me think of yesterday; you make me think of tomorrow. And I just can’t simply wait for tomorrow, because you will be there. I know you will. You’re different because you love me with everything you are and you’ve demonstrated me all the time. You’re different because I can be sure I won’t wake up tomorrow feeling different about you. You are different because I love you like I’ve never loved anyone before and I know because you are so much more to me than you believe.  I want you to know that you’re different because, it’s you and me. Nobody else.

hom3stuck-pon3:

zandifer:

lifelessxvxpageants:

bless this post

i wonder how many times the spongebob illustrators and animators have completely lost their shit while trying to draw these omg

who you callin’ pinhead

hom3stuck-pon3:

zandifer:

lifelessxvxpageants:

bless this post

i wonder how many times the spongebob illustrators and animators have completely lost their shit while trying to draw these omg

who you callin’ pinhead

(Source: hellyeahitssaturday)

rocknrollbeaut:

Sometimes you just need to chill the fuck out and listen to acoustic.

nonsense about me.

I’d like to feel you today, just one more time. I’d like to tell you words that i’ll probably forget in the next minute. I’d like to hold you tight, feel your heart and win it. Don’t read this, skim it. These words are as useless as me without you. I ran out of words to say a long time believe me its true. Maybe I just miss you, maybe i want to kiss you, run out of breath slower than our hearts pace. I want to see your face and let a smile take place in your lips,  my lips, colliding amidst the twisted mist that shrouds my wits. I don’t know what I’m saying, I can only feel it inside, i want you with me tonight, be on my side under the blankets get lost, ask it, ask me why so quiet, well quite frankly my insides are a riot, circles, circles, circles, round  and round like the moon that iluminates the ground ive found the sound of your voice lovely as a birds singing shouts, nests look like crowns, you look beautiful always. im out of my mind.Yes, im out of my mind, I have nothing to say, but so much to say. Explain to me how that works. Throw me a bunch of words and take away my voice, open my mouth but its empty as a void, cant avoid the fact that this inspiration is what toys with my emotions and brain and heart and whatever it is i feel with. I think I drank too much sugar. I tried to top the sweetness that you bring, now sing baby sing, like the ring of a bell I can tell when its time for me to leave, to go backwards or proceed, to walk behind or take the lead, you’re amazing indeed. I need to believe that its not a dream. Fuck this writing, it won’t ever be what you make me feel like. Its like impossible. Really it is. fuck it.