JIbber-Jabber-Joel's Tumblr. He's Dreamy


The creeps. Sudden and sullen. A whisper here. A threat there. An immediate promise, granted. Dipped in lakes that were meant to be dried up a long time ago, gives birth to a sublime paleness. Don’t be afraid when the ground shakes. You may clutch your velvet drapes for as long as you like, but you are more than aware that it sees you. Tempting it. Blowing kisses. Licking its two front teeth. Lend your hand. Swim in the lake. Toe by toe. Legs. Torso. Stomach. Neck. Head. Consume. Breed. Love.
This can be love.