Otto

while the concealed roots twist with ancient intent beneath the surface

[Otto @ottosails]

off the leash

[Otto @ottosails]

and had my humanity been the final tether to your mortality, I would have forsaken it with grateful hands

[Otto @ottosails]

تَرْتَسِمُ في الأُفُقِ، وأنا الغَرِيقُ في لَهْفَةِ السَّرَابِ

[Otto @ottosails]

It preserved the illusion that she was never meant to fade

[Otto @ottosails]

@solaire___femme and you’re my drop-dead mesmerizing girl who has me completely

[Otto @ottosails]

Slick otto

[Otto @ottosails]

my head feels vividly barefoot

[Otto @ottosails]

Certified July summer-lover boy

[Otto @ottosails]

two little bunnies. I’ll cherish that

[Otto @ottosails]

I find calling my little car أرنوبتي oddly endearing

[Otto @ottosails]

It’s time to wake the sleeping pages beneath their coat of dust, worn for far too long

[Otto @ottosails]

we call up our angels to cut us down

[Otto @ottosails]

I no longer believe my hands follow my thoughts. If anything, my thoughts spend years trying to catch up with where my hands have already been

[Otto @ottosails]

I wonder if my hands knew what they were asking for

[Otto @ottosails]

there’s a quiet kind of love I reserve for songs that sound like June and July exhaling

[Otto @ottosails]

someone who still has my name

[Otto @ottosails]

by the time summer ends, I’ll be mourning someone who never died, just quietly becoming someone else

[Otto @ottosails]

sit with that until it sinks in

[Otto @ottosails]

by the time summer ends, I’ll be mourning someone who never died, just quietly becoming someone else

[Otto @ottosails]

mind you, I’m in the middle of my peak intellectual rambling

[Otto @ottosails]

every time I start rambling over her head, my girl suddenly turns into the sleepiest little creature alive

[Jillian @JillianChili]

La Prisonnière (H.G. Clouzot, 1968)