June 2009
What belongs
to me? I leave the world
all the time. these arms, these
...
– Eireann Lorsung (via youarebonbon)
The difference between how you look and how you see yourself is enough to kill...
– Chuck Palahniuk (via fuckyeahpalahniuk) (via afredz) (via skylinesandshipwrecks) (via annasjustakid) (via dondante)
how could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? how can you...
– milan kundera (via nostalgiedelaboue)
FUCK.
I miss you too much. Come home now.
Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via railways) (via constellation) (via ipictureyouinthesun)
There’s nothing like the deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the...
– The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via deadmelodies) (via she-alone) (via lexluthr) (via booktumbling)
This was not a faerie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt...
– Francesca Lia Block (via restartmyheart) (via enamour) (via pleasedo) (via booktumbling)
I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
booktumbling:
lexluthr:
she-alone:
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. ...
That’s the American Dream: to make your life into something you can sell.
– Chuck Palahniuk (via fuckyeahpalahniuk) (via weetzie-bat)