August 2011
July 2011
Can I just please, pretty, pretty, pretty please, have your blog? It's perfection. ksladjgdaslkdgj
No one understands how much I love this girl right here ok NO ONE.
“I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”
—Anaïs Nin (via suzywire)
“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.”
—Henry Rollins (via arielj-)
“If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.”
—Henry Rollins (via arielj-)
“His face contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness, pride and submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw everything then. The whole thing in him that I was going to love, and never catch or explain.”
—Alice Munro, Lives of Girls and Women
Kalopsia, noun: the delusion that things are more beautiful than they are.
the hesitation waltz
n. the act of deciding whether to give a departing acquaintance a hug or a handshake, calculated by measuring your relative orbits, how long it takes your signals to bounce back, and the proximity of a close friend who just gave them a hug, whose massive gravitational force could slingshot you into a long-distance wave.
Thank you, thank you, thank you all, each and every one of you, for letting me take tiny peeks into your brains and hearts each day every day and sharing a bit of yourselves with me in the process. You are all so beautiful and intriguing and almost more tangible than the people I see face to face everyday and sometimes I just wish I had your numbers so that I can ring you up tell you that a certain post or video of yours made me laugh so hard that my ribs ache. Is it possible to fall in love at once with over 200 strangers? Or is this solid milk chocolate bar doing a better job than it should be?
i love you.
Everybody needs to be told that sometimes, even by a complete and utter stranger.
This could not be more true. And you, whoever you are, I love you.
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