Sade Andria Zabala's Blog, page 549

Why did you start smoking weed?

Initially for the “must try everything once” mantra. Later on, to numb the loneliness.

When was the last time you thought you could have loved someone if you were just brave enough to risk it?

I could’ve loved you and the way your voice shakes; how it rumbles in your chest when you sigh. I...

What do you do when you’re lonely?Who do you run to?Who do you think to call?

What do you do when you’re lonely?
Who do you run to?
Who do you think to call?

"I have the skin of two different boysunder my fingernails.My mother tells me to clean them out..."

“I have the skin of two different boys
under my fingernails.

My mother tells me to clean them...

surfandwrite:I live for tiny moments.The hitch in your...

surfandwrite:

I live for tiny moments.

The hitch in your breath when you shift beside me, the feel of your foreign skin as I caress it with my fingers, my teeth tearing through your bottom lip, the window’s silhouette slowly spilling on your bedroom wall as the world lazily gets drenched in the honey of the sunrise.

Your palms exploring uncharted territory, the unfamiliar terrain of my hipbones, your chest rising and falling as you introduce me to sounds I have never heard before, the flutter in...

I have the skin of two different boys under my fingernails.My...

I have the skin of two different boys
under my fingernails.

My mother tells me to clean them out when
I realize my thighs still ache from
all the ways he made me fold
underneath him and maybe
I like myself being
just a little bit
dirty.

Is it wrong of me to want, darling?
Is it wrong of me to leave?
To live?

Today in the shower I washed you out of my hair,

but I leave my nails undone.

I sharpen my tongue.
I file my teeth.

- Sade Andria Zabala, Scratches On The Back

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(at The Social Cebu, Ayala Terra...

"Do more than exist. Let the sun hit you and feel it unraveling on your skin. Watch it paint shadows..."

“Do more than exist. Let the sun hit you and feel it unraveling on your skin. Watch it paint...

I live for tiny moments.The hitch in your breath when you...

I live for tiny moments.

The hitch in your breath when you shift beside me, the feel of your foreign skin as I caress it with my fingers, my teeth tearing through your bottom lip, the window’s silhouette slowly spilling on your bedroom wall as the world lazily gets drenched in the honey of the sunrise.

Your palms exploring uncharted territory, the unfamiliar terrain of my hipbones, your chest rising and falling as you introduce me to sounds I have never heard before, the flutter in your eyelids...

"When I had you I had the sunlight on my fingertips."

“When I had you I had the sunlight on my fingertips.” - Sade Andria Zabala|excerpt...

There’s a fine line between art and porn and I would like to explore that line

There’s a fine line between art and porn and I would like to explore that line